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Marjorie Vick

6:30 a.m., five days into the new year, I wake up with a “BANG.” One single shot rings through our small rural neighborhood in Prince George County, Virginia.

“It’s hunting season,” I remind myself over and over as I lay in bed, under three layers of blankets, shivering.

I try to go back to sleep, start over, convince myself it was just a dream.

A dream I have dreamed countless times since March 11, 2017.

I can’t go back to sleep.

It’s not a dream.

This is my new reality.

One single bullet.

I will spend the rest of my day wondering where it went.

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