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Sean narrowed his eyes. The light glistened off the barrel of the revolver pointed at his face. A sigh came from his throat and he rested his head on his palm. The two men in ski masks were shouting about the money and drain cleaner.  Sean glanced around the store, as usual no one else was around when he wanted them and the back of the tiny little grocery store was dark and eerie. Typical meth heads, never thinking about anything but the next fix. He thought to himself. Though, am I any different? “I said give me the money you son of a bitch!” the tallest robber growled. Sean raised an eyebrow and his free hand reached under co