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It all came down to that one second. A blink of an eye, a single breath, it was all just too short and too cliched. I may have only been six at the time, but I remembered every graphic detail of the day and the days following. When it happened, my father tried to reassure me that everything was okay, but things weren't. A man was dead...
The Cello Plays Softly
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