“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Susan whimpered, letting the gun drop to the carpet. Jeff lay prone on the floor in front of her, staining the carpet red.
She put her hands over her mouth and backed away, staring wide-eyed at what she’d done. “How did it come to this?”
“Cut!” the director called. He stood and applauded.
Susan turned to face him with a smile. Jeff picked himself up off the floor. “Please tell me we got it this time,” he groaned.
“I think we did,” the director said. “That was great, guys.”
“Finally. I’m telling you, man, those fake bullets don’t feel like rubber.”
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