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I woke up screaming. The nightmare was horrible. But the thingis that it was also a replay of what had happened was all my fault. Bile rose in my throat as I ran to the bathroom. It was my fault he had died! All mine. Yet why did nobody blame me? All I can see are the images of him lying on the ground and me helpless

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