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A simple revolver, a six chambered gun. Two shots fired. The rest are blanks. I guess it’s done. I no longer shoot for anyone.
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
Shots
A simple revolver, a six chambered gun. Two shots fired. The rest are blanks. I guess it’s done. I no longer shoot for anyone.
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Whimper
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
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