Jay



"I was in the house when the bullet came through the door. It scraped me in my side and I had to get stitches. My twin brother had been sitting on the couch. After it scraped me, it hit him in the head. I remember running when five more hit him in his chest. It was happening right there in front of my face. I ran to him and he ended up dying in my arms. He opened his eyes and then boom that was it. I've seen things like that happen in the movies. I never knew it'd happen to us."

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