I couldn't hang on any more to the horrific scene, so I get back into my business. I heard him pleaded them to temper mercy with justice, but the more he was pleading the vexed they became. Sunday, I was in my chamber washing my filthy shirts that have gathered almost one month, and I heard a great multitude shouting, a thief, thief I was wondering where the noises were coming from, so I walked out, and I saw slim unalarmed young man carried a bag of cocoa, chasing by furious mobs, holding stone and machete, Blood was breeding down on his torn shirts, Amponsah notorious guy in our town tightly hugged him on air, live one leg dragging to police station. Please can you help me with this short story.
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