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I was in a movie theater. My husband had gotten up during the film to use the restroom, and while he was gone, an enraged gunman entered the room and started to shoot. There were screams and people began to run frantically. He hit me twice. Each bullet skidded over an opposite side of my face. I was bleeding, but I don’t remember any pain. The gunman left and my husband came back. He looked at me and said, “Well, I guess we better get you to a hospital.”
Then, I woke up.
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