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My sister – a trained sniper, had the strength of a man. I wished she were here now.
“Please let me go.” My voice trembled as I begged for my life.
But he threatened with a gun– “You do realize that things would be much easier if you just sign this power of attorney.” But who was this masked person?
I signed the paper. He pushed me aside and checked my signature.
“Thanks. But you know what? Never trust an armed person.” My eyes popped out as he removed his mask and shot me down.
My little sister had shot me.