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I walk down the dark alley, occasionally looking over my shoulder to ensure that I am not being followed. I hear the soft tap of my shoes on the cold hard concrete and the occasional yell of a person from behind the walls on either side of me. I keep walking, knowing that I must reach my destination, or suffer the consequences. I continue walking for several minutes, and for every step I take, my stomach turns more and more. I am making a decision that could very well ruin my family, but what more have I to lose? We have lost our money, and the name VanSickle no longer means anything. I stand in front of a door the is purposefully left slightly ajar. I push it with my foot, careful not to lose the items in my hands as I step past the threshold into a room that smells like death. That is because this is where all the previously wealthy families have gone to watch their future die, but better my future than me.
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