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| I. He carried his bloodied daughter in his
arms through the streets. |
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| II. They men lay face down by the side of
the road, elbows tucked in at their ribs, fingers curled into the
dirt by their heads. |
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| III. She knelt at the foot of the bed listening
for her son's breathing. |
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| IV. Nothing worked, not the plumbing or the
electricity, and there was no one to complain to about it. |
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| V. Unseen things dropped precisely on accidental
targets. |
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| VI. Hands frantically reach for boxes stacked
at the back of the truck. |
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| VII. They couldn't see it; they heard it,
they felt it at night, falling all around them. |
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| VIII. Hiding in the cellar, waiting for the
dust to settle and the body count to begin. |
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| X. They couldn't find what they claimed prompted
their actions. |
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| XI. We have blood on our hands and money in
our fists. |
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