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Crate a story out of the following sentence: "They walked to Praxede."
The post should contain at least 100 words and may be prose, poetry, or a play. Plays are cool, by the way. The post does NOT have to include those exact words, and can be modified in any way you'd like. Be creative!
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Love Of A Mother

Based on a real story:

They walked to Praxede, not wanting to really go. They walk, hand in hand, a mother and a child. They are headed to their deaths, death by the Nazi. 

   They had been taken to a labor camp, a family of four and their two grandparents. The dad watched as his parents walked away to their deaths and knew that his littlest son would go next. 

     Every night, after their work, the family would gather and thank God that they had another day with each other. 

     One night, the dad came to their tent and found only his oldest son. 

     "Where's your mom and brother?" He asked, fearing for the worse. 

     "The Nazi's came for Daniel and he was scared. He cried and screamed and Mom told him not to worry. She took his hand and went with him," The oldest brother stopped. Just then, the Mom and son were walking to Praxede, to their deaths. 

(This is for a late Mother's-day.)

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