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Pantoum: Young Victims Of War, Julie Nguyen

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Monologue, Carina Romano

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I had to leave 'em, man.

It was s'posed to be a onetime thing-- one deal and it's done. We just needed a little extra cash, man, but it went so wrong. She had a gun man! A gun! She couldn't pay-- we told her to hit the road, but she wouldn't go, dammit, she fucking--

I Cannot Make This Story Come Out Right, Kevin Coates

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I cannot make this story come out right. I walked in and he was dead. Dead is dead. Nothing I said or did at that moment could change a single thing. I could wish it; I could regret it. But I could not change it. He was dead on the floor, looking like he was uncomfortably asleep, stiff. He did not have on his favorite shirt. There was a small spaghetti stain under his left pocket, and I knew he probably hadn’t even seen it. How distressed he would have been to die with a spaghetti stain on his shirt.