short story

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It's hot as hell. Give me a shave.
When I recognized him I started to tremble.
I estimated he had a four- day beard.
Captain Torres was a man of Imagination.He captures rebels and mutilated them.
"The other boys in the group should have this much beard, too." "But we did all right, you know.
We got the main ones. We brought back some dead, and we've got some others still alive.
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How many did you catch
No doubt about it I was upset.
Yes, I was secretly a rebel, but I was also a conscientious barber.
Torres must be sweating as much as I. But he is not afraid. He is a calm man, who is not even thinking about what he is going to do with the prisoners this afternoon.
Murderer or hero? My destiny depends on the edge of this blade. I can turn my hand a bit more, press a little harder on the razor, and sink it in.
But how easy it would be to kill him. And he deserves it. Does he? No!
But I don't want blood on my hands. Just lather, that's all.
"They told me that you'd kill me. I came to find out. But killing isn't easy. You can take my word for it."
From his pants pocket he took out several coins to pay me for my services. And he began to head toward the door.

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