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Flash Fiction: Level

A single tear streaked her cheek as she resisted the urge to flatten the ignorant sow in front of her. How she could have sacrificed her baby without a second thought to save her own life was something beyond comprehension. The level of selfishness involved was too much for the young woman to fathom; in one swift motion she shoved her into the raging river below and grinned as she hit the rocks.

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