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When I was in junior high school, a friend of mine and I were stealing holly from this old lady's yard to sell door-to-door. I looked over and saw her creeping up on us with what looked like a .45 in her hand. I signalled my friend to run, and could hear her say "Stop or I'll shoot!" as we we bolting. I felt a sting in the back of my calf as I was leaving her yard, but kept running. Turned out to only be a red welt, so I guess she only had a pellet gun...
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