It’s Christmas night, it’s the night that Christ was born but unfortunately, tonight, at least one person will die. I hear his footsteps as he walks towards my room. His steps have this rhythm, this rhythm of surety: he knows what he wants, he knows where it is and he is coming to get it. […]
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