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nameless, some of chapter 2Chapter 2- Burning of the Lambs
The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.
-Alfred North Whitehead
England, 1989. Dameon; age 10
I dont want another baby!
I heard the shout through our room. The walls were thick and strong, but my fathers voice was so profound it pressed its way through what usually was our protection. I looked at Demena, my sister, and began to cry.
I dont want Annie to die, I murmured, holding tightly to my blonde twin. She cried too, silently, clutching me in her arms. Slumped against the wall, we kept crying until there were no mor
nameless chapter 1New York, 2007
It was undeniable that the blue-haired man in front of me was dangerous. Maybe when he was fifteen or sixteen he looked harmless; maybe even funny. However three piercing became twenty, no tattoos became many, one cigarette became a whole pack, crack became coke, and an occasional punch or two became murder. Or maybe I was speculating.
When he had walked into my office I was ready to hear the story of a white trash boy now regretting getting a girl pregnant. I had heard this story so many times before from his type, so I was fully prepared to sit back and nod sympathetically. When he had set the blinds half down, darkening t
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