I went across the store and walked out the other door. They managed to spot me while I was crossing the parking lot and caught up to me. I heard one of them make a comment about wanting to drive my truck first. I looked behind me and saw that one was pulling a knife out of his pocket. I moved my bag into my left hand and pulled my shirt up, put my right hand on my Glock and turned around. I heard the boy with the knife scream, “Shit! he’s got a gun!”. They all turned around and ran. I then got in my truck and picked up my mom at the airport.
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