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17 years... I woke up in the middle of the night. The clock was 03:07 A.M. I had a nightmare. The dream was about my brother, Jimmy. We had arranged a meeting, after we hadn’t spoken together for 17 years. We walked towards each other on the side walk, and when we were 6 feet from him, he was shot in the back head. His blood spurted into my face, and then I woke up. I lay in my bed in one hour and a half, trying to fall asleep again, but I could not. My thoughts flew around in
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