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The Sniper

Every day, while waiting for the bus, a child pointed at me from a balcony with his finger, and pulled the trigger as a rite his imaginary gun, screaming at me “bang, bang!” One day, just to keep the routine play, I also pointed at him with my .38, yelling "bang, bang!” The child fell to the street like one struck down. I ran to him, and saw that he half opened his eyes and looked at me stunned. Calmly I finished him off with a double-tap, saying, "Don't bring a finger to a gun fight, punk."