stressed  I was boiling when I turned on him. All my life, Spike came and took whatever he wanted... Enough was enough...  scream  
I reached into my jacket. I fumbled for my gun holster with my .45 mm pistol... I was gonna shoot him... 
I put my foot against his chest and pushed outward. When I got him far enough, I pulled out my gun and aimed. 
"Spikey!" I heard someone yell... I ignored them and fired...
																
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