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[ The video opens, but by accident. There's a little boy on the screen, confused, no older than nine. He's impeccably dressed, and probably comes from money, but he's on his knees. There's blood on his hands. He's shaking-- probably in shock. Tears roll down his cheeks. He looks around, but can't place his surroundings. One minute, the movie theater. The Mask of Zorro. The mugger with frightened eyes and voice like broken glass.
A gunshot...
He sniffs and wipes at his face with the back of his hand, staining his face with dirt and blood, and calls out, broken, scared, for the two people in the one moment that would change his life forever. ]
M-Mom...? Dad...?