The girl trying to talk to him the whole night was the only one
saying, "No, I said rob him not kill him" But, she couldn't stop
them. He tried to fight them off but they were too strong. He felt
his body being lifted up and he saw the window coming at him. He
was bleeding badly from the stab wound and all he could think about
was his mother telling him that she thought going out tonight was a
bad idea. God told her to warn him to stay home tonight. He told
his mother he didn't want to hear anymore of that Jesus shit and he
was going out. He was young and he wanted to have some fun. He
could see his mother's face clearly as they opened the window and
he began to hear and feel the swooshing sound of the wind as he was
dropped head first towards the pavement below. He looked up towards
the sky, saw his mother's face and he could hear her voice saying,
"A hard head makes a sore ass son" And as his head crashed into the
cement his consciousness exploded into a thunderous exhibit of
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