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have mostly passed, pressed into the pages of history books, but how they linger in memory! two men, reputations mutually compromises, meet to prove their valor on the feild of honor. with great ceremony, their seconds present the pistols, oiled and gleaming deadliness in the wavering light. the rivals take their places and, beloved guns in hand, they stand back-to-back, gathering courage. eight paces in opposite directions, at the signal, turn, take aim, praying it’s straight, that your sight remains plumb. Fire.
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
The Days of Duels
have mostly passed, pressed into the pages of history books, but how they linger in memory! two men, reputations mutually compromises, meet to prove their valor on the feild of honor. with great ceremony, their seconds present the pistols, oiled and gleaming deadliness in the wavering light. the rivals take their places and, beloved guns in hand, they stand back-to-back, gathering courage. eight paces in opposite directions, at the signal, turn, take aim, praying it’s straight, that your sight remains plumb. Fire.
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20/Transgender Male
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
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