When we heard the shots, there was a bit of confusion in
our apartment. |
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My mom quickly tried to figure out where the shots were coming from.
The hotel next door? |
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| The empty lot next to our apartment building? |
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The street in front? |
Or… the Babalu? |
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| There was more noise coming from the other side of the wall, behind the garden and my
mom quickly settled on the nightclub as the source. |
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We stayed in the room and then we heard the sirens blaring out there, and some noise
of people gathering. |
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"Let’s go and look…" I suggested nervously. |
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| My mom just shook her head. |
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"Too dangerous… who knows what’s going on there!" |
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I nodded and stayed quiet. And kept on hearing the sirens and even more people. |
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| "There’s a crowd… maybe it’s ok?" |
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My mom smiled down at me, sitting on the bed and looking up at the wall in the
direction of the club. |
"Ok, but we’ll come right back if it looks
dangerous at all…" |
