On the cloudy Sunday after prom, me and my accomplices went to search for my target. He messed with us for a bit, but then we convinced him to come duel. We arrived at his friend’s yard and saw that there was a decoy with the same afro as my target. Confused, we waited around the house for something to happen. All of the sudden the trunk of the car popped open and out came my target. It was a trap, but I had outsmarted him by making him think that someone else was his target. He began shooting at my assistant (who did not fight back), thinking he would get the kill, when I came up and shot him right in the chest.
Better luck next year pal
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