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“I am sitting in my truck having my lunch break then all of a sudden a huge fire rang out nearly busted my eardrums. I couldn’t comprehend what happened then. I saw a man armed with a 30-30 caliber rifle, including that i’m terrified out of my skin! He was only 15 feet away from me, looking at me and a woman who had her baby, with his gun was pointed at waist level toward us. All I could think of is hitting the ground and hoping for the love of god, that he wouldn’t kill me. “Don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me,” is all I could think at that moment. All of a sudden he ran away from me and ran into his car. He started the car, and rammed his car into another driver. Provided, I didn’t see what happened to the driver, because I hopped a fence. I’m praying for my life that no one saw any part of my hiding place. That this was all just a bad dream. Nevertheless even
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“I saw the man assassinate corporal Crillo I had seen him often guarding that memorial he protected it like it was his own son but then the once sparked full of life died in an instant it was a tragedy but thereupon he stared straight at me so on that occasion I hopped the fence,” I ran my words together, speaking to an officer known as Chip …show more content…
“ Oh, sir if this isn’t too bad I also saw a man wearing a similar colored scarf, but was just hanging out like nothing had happened, so if you would look into it it would make me feel much more secure.” I

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