For god's sake. I was lying on the ground, with the girl still in my arms. The man had pushed over a table and some chairs, sending them flying into the wall. No one else decided to help in this situation. My clothes were beginning to get stained by the smell of alcohol. Also, it was at this moment when I realised, the voice I was hearing was my own voice. It likely wasn't just me thinking to myself, however, because the morals and decisions andthat the other me was making were slightly different to my current thoughts.
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