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BEGINNING OF THE END
While standing in a safe corner among people about whom I knew nothing, I could only conjure up fear. They had all been able to collect the pass in the face of death while I was hiding pathetically in a pit. I felt like an inadequate one in that crowd, incapable of anything. Since I appeared intimidated, the woman who aided me with the pass, commented, “You seem to get sadder with every passing minute. Why’s that? Aren’t you glad that you’re at least alive?” ‘Glad? I could barely contemplate how I survived that menace. I had so many questions regarding our situation. While real people were being shot, they were being recorded. Why didn’t anyone urge them to stop the game then? Are these cameras real to just props? If there is someone watching this show, then why aren’t they making it s
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