the bullet just barely misses my head, I wrap up my crying my eyes are still red though, I put on my tough act but I'm still shaky and a bit scared of this person with a shot gun smiling like a maniac, were they trying to kill me?, I hesitantly reach for my shotgun. ....W-who are you?........ I breath heavily as I pull out my gun and shakily hold it, I don't have the heart to aim it at this person
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