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I entered a building that had just been bombed. In a bed was a young girl, aged about 17. She ahd a part of steel girder sticking out of her chest;she was gushing blood and obviously not long for this world. In the bed alongside her was an elderly man already dead. The girl reached to me; I took her hand; she looked me in the face and beseechingly said "You won't tell my mother, will you?"
What does it matter now, I thought!! What brought her to that situation?

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