Please Note: this is 100% fiction!
“You’re useless, you know that?” His mother said. “No job, no schooling. What you good for, huh?” Furious, before she could say another word, he grabbed a knife, ran it across her throat before he grabbed his jacket and left the apartment.
The law eventually caught up with him.
* * * * *
“Come on, really?” Candice says. “Can’t you do anything? Fragile things go on top, not the bottom.”
Grinding his teeth, he inhales and exhales until his heartbeat slows down again. After serving his prison term for manslaughter, he found himself on the streets until he arrived at this community service center.
(100 words)

Great take Yinglan.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Wow… that was an original take!
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Thanks. 😀
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😊
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We can forgive, but never forget.
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hopefully, prison time did him some good.
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Hopefully…
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Such a great take and so mush in so few words 🙌
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Thank you. 🙂
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Well done. Let’s hope he’s learned some things in the meantime.
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Thank you. Let’s hope…
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