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The boy ran
The tall skinny boy feverishly ran as if he was a frightened cat sprinting away from a dangerous predator in lighting speed. His soft ebony skin was filled with tiny droplets of sweat making him shine like a dark knight upon the mid-day sun, glaring at his intentions to be free. His shallow breaths were only hear by the rushing wind hitting his face, but the young slave boy still heard the big men's voice cry calling his subname, a name of a human trapped upon other humans. He was running to be free, not to work until his death, but to marry a girl that he fell in love with. Such a beautiful young girl, her pale white skin covered in freckles and burning flame red hair with her crystal ocean eyes and her fragile small hands; however, as he drew his last breath he heard a thunder sound and a white blinding pain in his back as he staggered to control his balance, but with another loud bang he fell like a lifeless doll on the middy bank of a river.
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