One minute, I was shitposting on a meme site.
The next, I have a gun pointed to my head. The wielder of the weapon got into my house via the powerful shotgun, and now i'm being robbed. The man kept the gun to my face for a while, until all that was left in my house was the furniture. And then, almost as an afterthought, he fired the double-barrel.
I know, I know, you weren't expecting me to die so soon.
To be honest, neither was I.
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