A boy, from one of my groups, pulled a gun on me at the
end of a program under the guise of joking around. I saw a semi-automatic
handgun in his jean pocket as he was pulling it out, and I grabbed him, and his
gun hand. He was trying to resist, but I knew what I was doing. All of a
sudden, as he is going down, his left hand came out with another gun aimed at
my face. I ducked behind his back as I slightly shifted to brutally bring him
down, and crush his face into the corner of a wood desk, but at the last split
of a second I saw a red circle on the gun. It was a toy!
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