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“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.” The girl pointed her finger at her grandmother.

Dad sighed. “Well, I suppose that's the way it is.”

“Indeed, it is.” Mom walked towards the elderly woman, grabbed her by the arm, and chucked her into the magma below.

 

— Bastian Espada

 

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