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73| Two Scouts

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Bang!

I spit out my last bullet. I lowered my hand, which felt sore and numb. I removed my glasses and earplugs and put the gun on the table.

I felt annoyed with myself for being rude to Casey. I sat in an armchair and let my head tilt up with my eyes closed. In front of me were many paper shooting targets with holes hidden behind the protective glass. I grabbed my shoulders desperately.

I still clearly remember first meeting Casey and Brigitta at the orphanage. I'm six years old. Brigitta took me away from the destroyed orphanage and saved me from the social worker's trap.

Those bad memories continue to haunt my days. After she took me to the hunters' house, I sat quietly on the floor near the fireplace with my knees be

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