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Brick chips cut my cheek as rounds slammed into the wall beside me. Taking cover behind the old dumpster I couldn't get a clear view of the shooter, only his legs under the car he was behind. My old .38 wasn't going to punch through that, but firing at the pavement underneath skipped a round right into his left shin, he went down with a curse. Three more sent into his now prone body ensured he wouldn't be getting back up. As the sounds of the gunshots faded I could hear the sound of approaching sirens, but it was ok, the O scale train hobby shop was safe. I was safe.
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