So there I was lying on my bed, and my name is Billy Bob Joe the III and I am a convicted criminal. All I was thinking is that the cops will never find but thenā¦. The cops broke down my door and their guns aimed and ready to fire then they point it at my head. I run and jump through the window without a thought in my mind I fall and I hear a crack in both my wrists and I scream in pain. Blood dripping down the side of my face glass shards in my arm then I hear gun shots and the bullets pierce the ground and then one of the bullets hits me in the shoulder and I start to crawl for a moment it was silent then the gun was at the back of my head and I hear a bang and all I see is black for miles and miles of only black.
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