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(1 part story) I continued to pull and tug and yank and heave until my neck and hands were raw and my blood began to drip onto the ground. I buried my face in my hands, smearing blood all over my cheeks, I felt as if I had failed. I then felt some form of raging fire within me, the constant need to rid myself of my family name that had driven me this far.
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