He sat there wondering. His makeshift grave floating in his head. Why did this happen? His friend wept on the ground as he floated. “Be a man, Marco.” He pleaded, “Damn it why can’t he hear me.” “Don’t die, Marco. Don’t cry! Be a man!” Marco helplessly sat there. He stared at his name. “Titus!” …
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