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I said move!

Go on! Go on!

We'll settle this outside.

Out! Out!

Do you know why you're here?

No.

You're gonna be engineers.

You're a bunch of feminists.

I hate feminists.

It's not true. We're not feminists.

We've never fought-

I can't move.

I can't move.

I'll get help.

No!

We have to play dead.

He's coming back!

Close your eyes.

I'm so sorry, Val.

I should have stayed.

It's not your fault, Jeff.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault, Jeff.

Are you feeling sick?

My tummy hurts.

Having nightmares again?

Hey, dad?

Yeah, how are you?

Uh, as usual.

Eric is doing great.

Yeah well, he just got

a big promotion, so...

yeah, he's very happy.

I'm doing great, yeah.

And mom, how is she?

No. No, just to see

how you were doing.

Uh...

not until september at least.

No, no. Dad?

Dad, I cannot hear you.

Dad, it's breaking up.

No. Ok, I'll call you

this weekend anyway.

Ok, love you.

Bye!

As I write this letter,

I know it will never be read.

We don't know each other

but we are closely connected.

I'm writing you because today,

for the second time in my life,

I am afraid.

The first time was when

I faced your son.

Your son opened my eyes

to how much hatred

can be in this world.

And it scarred me for life.

He's dead, I'm alive.

He's free, I'm not.

Everyone tells me

how strong I am.

I've had enough of being strong.

Sometimes I want to shout

from the roof tops

how I've been hurt

and not just physically.

I want to curl up in a ball

and hide.

Everyday I think of Stephanie

who died in my arms.

I think of all my friends

who died and were hurt that day.

I think of all women of all ages

who were hurt in their soul.

All this thinking,

it weighs on me

and I'm tired of carrying

that weight.

Love has brought me a gift:

A child grows inside me.

I want with all my heart

for this child to be happy,

but I'm afraid.

And I'm tired of being afraid.

I have to learn to have faith again,

and give life another chance...

so I can stand on my own.

And I will stand on my own.

If I have a boy,

I'll teach him how to love.

If I have a girl,

I'll tell her the world is hers.

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