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Screams blanketed muted trumpet sounds drifting from the radio. Thumps and shouts marched down the stairs. My heart hammered. I dropped my doll and stared. Mamma's favorite horse statue trembled as thunder opened the door. Run! Sister dragged me across the wet grass and over the sand box into soft arms. Sirens shrilled outside the neighbor's house. Shaken but safe, I listened to muffled talk until car doors slammed. When silence prevailed, we crept back into the house and stared at the shattered horse amidst the rubble. Music crackled from the upside down radio the day the lady from our apartment upstairs lost it. |
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