Saturday. I am standing by the roadside, talking on the phone. I feel a light tap on my leg, I turn and look down while still on the phone. There stands a young boy, dressed in an oversized t-shirt. It is almost covering his legs, so it is hard to know if he is wearing any trousers. As our eyes meet, he says, "die, die!", while holding a toy gun the size of my little finger pointed at my face. He then walks away, and I lose track of his position for a minute as I am still on the phone. When I am done talking on the phone, I look for a...
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