Tim slowly raised the gun and aimed it at my heart. I proceed to shout at him to stop. He was making a grave mistake. If Tim killed me he wouldn’t have another alibi for the robbery. The robbery of the biggest diamond on earth. Of course, it wasn’t him, but he was still a suspect. I continued to shout at Tim, but he wouldn’t listen. So I began to walk forward, to gain his attention. He put his finger on the trigger and aimed again. I leaped forward at him, stealing the gun. I forcefully threw it away into the warm morning sun. As a reflex, he ran for it. But somehow the gun was twisted and distorted into a knot. I figured I must’ve somehow bent it, and the sun curled it into such a way. But Tim was angry at this development. He charged at me.
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