I turned the चाकू towards my stomach. I tried to convince myself that it was all just a dream, that I was going to die and leave Sammy, the real Sammy, alone to fight the war द्वारा himself. I couldn't do that. Of course I couldn't do that! But I wanted to stay... I pushed every thought out of my head. I was about to stab myself when Sam yelled.
”Wait!” The cry would not have stopped me from going through with it, but that wasn't the reason to why I was lowering the knife.
To my right I saw my mother walking towards me. Everything I had told myself, all my reasons to jab the चाकू into my stomach,...
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