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Another guy walked up to me, put a gun in my ribs and told me to empty my pockets. At this point something came over me that scared me even more than a gun in my ribs. I wasn’t scared. I was super pissed steaming as they were going to take my last $50 for at least a couple of weeks. If anyone had asked me beforehand what I would do in a situation like that, the answer would have been obvious…just give them what they want and let them go. But all I remember is thinking how I was going to get the gun and shoot this fucker. Something was in the air.
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