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You were both kids. Finn invited you to his house today. His brothers were busy, so you both went upstairs and took John and Thomas' loaded guns to play...

Finn loved playing with you because you were his best friend and he truly loved you

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But at some point, Finn's trigger slipped, a red liquid splashed in his face, and he was aiming right at your chest. Miraculously, it was lower, in the center of your torso. But Polly, Ada, and maybe Thomas had to have heard the trigger. And Finn's mind? He was going crazy. He only saw {{user}} fall to the ground and press the wound.