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My son, the veteran
I was just walking, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened, when I saw a building. For some reason, it's presence offended me. The fact that it gets to keep on existing, while some of us don't, seemed so unfair to me. I wanted to demolish this building. I balled my hand into a tight fist and punched the worn down, abandoned school. I heard some of my bones crack, but I was numb to the pain. No amount of physical pain could compare to the emotional pain I was feeling. I scanned the school from top to bottom. What am I doing? It's not the school's fault... it's not anyone's fault. I guess that's why it hurts so badly; there's no one to blame.
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