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What would you do if you had a gun trained on you? |
| As I slowly drew crisp bills from the cash register, I watched the sweat beads form on the robber’s furrowed brow. Trigger any alarms and I’ll blow your brains out, he said, tapping the barrel of his Colt 45 against my head. I’m not a hero, I said, praying I’d see my family again. |