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".......I....don't trust you"
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I shrug, tossing another note. "Sure, I understand. Man with a rooster mask comes over, I totally understand."
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"...I've just been through too much"
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I nod, patting your shoulder. I toss another note, standing up. It appears to be the lyrics of Hey Jude. I walk off.
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He didn't understand, getting up and limping and hobbling after him before falling down again "W-Wait!"
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I turn, tilting my head. "...?"
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"Wh-Who are you?"
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I take off the mask, revealing a man in their mid-thirties. I have a scar on my left cheek, the bridge if my nose, my right eye and my left ear.
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he stopped "Y-You're not a soldier...are you?"
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"Discharged a while back." I say, my tone grim and solemn. "Squad was wiped out... I think."
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He unconsciously gripped the knife "O-Okay"
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I put the mask back on, turning and walking.
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"wh-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to keep up
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I lift up the mask. "Going home?" I sign.