A Pistol in my hand

A Pistol in my hand

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Scratching my head, I woke up, "a raid?" I was awestricken. Ambulances, police jeeps, the red and blue lights, the caution long tapes. With hundreds of people downstairs outside the society apartment. I could feel a little something on one of my hands, as from the window I turned towards them, a scary heavy black object, " a gun!?" I cried with a pale, expressionless face...
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CTIA

I woke up at six at night to a loud alarm I went to the computer and it flashed PLEASE EXIT THE BUILDING IN THE NEXT 5 minuets 37 seconds and it started counting down. The printer was printing off the file I grabbed it, yelled for the twins, and ran to the garage. I opened the garage door and pulled off the cover to reveal a navy-blue Chevy Silverado, but no keys I ran back in to the house and tore apart the bed room until I found them. The clock was at 2 minutes 15 seconds I found the twins asleep on the couch, so I flipped it "what the hell" Jazz screamed "we need to go" I yelled back shoving them to the garage. I jumped in to the front seat and started the engine we were a mile away when we heard the explosion. I guess this is my life now I thought looking at the rising ball of fire in the rear view.

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