THE TALL ONE pointed the gun at my son. “Give me everything.” My son said:
“ I have nothing.” I rose, but the short fat one pressed his gun into my back. “Sit down stupid.” I said: “ But my son is only nine, he doesn’t have any money.” “Then we will take his shoes. Everyone must contribute.” My son removed his sandals and I gave them my cell phone, wallet and cash. They took my wife’s jewelry, touched her breasts.

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