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Escape

April 24, 2019
By HallieClevo BRONZE, Lincoln, Nebraska
HallieClevo BRONZE, Lincoln, Nebraska
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The gun was pressed against the back of his head. Inching closer, shaking with the assailants hand. It didn’t matter, there was nothing left anyway. The fear that should have came along with the threat was strangely absent. “Shoot me.” His voice was steady, eyes open, but blank nonetheless. The gun steadied, trigger tightening, but then as fast as the bullet would have shot, the gun fell to the earth.



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