Ficlets

I'm really bored, and can't think so I will write crappy ficlets.

I was running down the street. Trying to keep my face as straight as possible.

I was being shot at from everywhere. I tried ducking and hiding behind any tree or wall. Bam Too late.

I was shot for the last time, then they left.

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Damn paparazzi.

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