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The Coat
Pleadingly, he looked at me once more. Those hazel green eyes. And I yearned to
spare him. But how could I? If I saved him, I would be dragged downwards
instead. You see, the world does not take kindly to a Nazi betrayal to save what
most see as the dirty smears on an unsoiled piece of fabric. Throughout my whole
life, I never knew that once I put that coat on, I could never take it off.
BANG
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