Last night at dawn I was very scared. I heard several machine gun bursts going off in my neighborhood. There were 4 or 5, the scary thing is that I live on the 13th floor and I felt like a projectile penetrated the wall, the noise was heard entering my closet. I looked for it but couldn't find it, I also heard another projectile whistling near my window. How scary that makes me. It makes me think of my friend Saul who likes guns, is violent and has strange ideas. He seems to enjoy hitting people, he told me that he hit his brother-in-law because he went to buy drugs. I believe that things are resolved in another way, not with violence. As long as it is not a military conflict, of course. Today I woke up thinking about this.
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