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- There was something about him that madae my gaze never shift from his abnormal presence, and it scared me. So, naturally, when he tried asking me for something, I waved him away like nothing.
- One gloomy morning in 1965, I was up early tending and watering my beloved plants when a tramp came up to my house.
- He wore a battered straw hat, and was covered in a gray overcoat, despite the blazing temperatures outside. He carried a large sack and stumbled while he walked, making the coins inside rattle and shake
- He continued to barrage me with questions, demanding donations for his worthless soul. At my breaking point, I yelled, once and for all,
- Clear off once and for all and stop bothering me!
- Clearly, this obdurate man would not listen to me, so I tried going back into my house, however, I stopped dead in my tracks when he walked up my stairs and even pushed my iron gate by a few centimetres
- When I could see clearly again, I was aghast at the sight of my own actions towards the tramp, who now lay lifeless on the asphalt.
- CRACK!
- In a pit of fury, I rushed over to the ajar door and gave him a push. Blinded by rage, all I could remember was hearing a sharp crack against the pavement.
- I immediately ran over to him, leaned over him, and felt his gaze throughout the entire world, horrifying me. I grabbed my chest in shock and disbelief.
- From then on, my life started going downhill. One of the only things that brought me joy was tending to my flowers, and even then, the guilt of my actions rested on my shoulders.
- Snapping back to my senses, I dragged his body to the curb and hoped someone would do something about it. I went back into my house, never praying until today.
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