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Here is another one I wrote, called 'Free Men':
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The young boy struggled with the lock. He twisted the key hard. It finally turned and the door swung open.
Several men burst out in a blur of arms, legs, and bright smiles. One of them stopped. He bent down and placed his calloused hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“You did right by God,” the man said. His dark face was difficult to see. “You done did right.”
He turned and disappeared into the summer night.
The boy ran across the yard to the back porch. He climbed through his bedroom window. There’d be trouble tomorrow. He fell asleep smiling.
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