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The FighterI am a seventeen year old boy.
An invisible figure passed through the security unharmed. Wearing the appropriate uniform at the school on the base, nobody noticed the way it constantly glanced downward, or how it adjusted its bulging mass underneath the jacket every few seconds.
I am a fighter for my beliefs.
It kept its head down as a pair of soldiers walked by, pulling its coat tighter against the strange shape of its stomach. It gripped at the lumps and curves around its middle as if it had ached. No one paid heed to this. Disease wasn't uncommon in these parts, especially when one was younger.
My dad died in the war when I was eight. My mom raised me and my two younger brothers all alone.
It walked with purpose to a spot that couldn't leave its gaze if it had been blown into oblivion. Steps grew faster. Nobody noticed.
I am old enough to fight now.
It began to roll up its sleeve as it neared the spot. A lighter was taped to its arm. Nobody saw.
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