little girl

There once was this man robbing a convenient store. "I'm taking money and lives!" he said once more. Everyone successfully escaped because they all ran. i just remained still in my nonchalant stand. "speed it up little girl! the killder has been knocked down!" said some elderly, backtracking, heroic man from around. the murderer stood up but i didn't run. i was a polite victim, i handed him his gun. i blinked once, then twice, three times,then POW! there was nothing left for the elderly man to rescue. there was no LITTLE GIRL now.

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