He was standing there, gun in hand with a black cap on his dirty hair. Blood was flowing down his arms from his hurt fingers. He looked so tired like he had taken on the weight of the sky for a while. His friend, Dennis, looked at him with sadness. How could things have taken such a dramatic turn? "Drop the gun." He said in a sigh. Marcus listened to him and did as asked, a flash of relief running across his face. All this... Because of a single measly pickle jar.
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