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When at last the smoke dispersed, and the air was again easily breathable, I looked around. I didn’t get far into my searching, however, when I felt a gun press to my head. Common sense told me his finger was already on the trigger. I had essentially threatened to punch him after all, and people like him didn’t take on well to threats; even harmless, punch you in the face ones.