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She opened and fell to her knees. In his hands the boots the gun the tags. “I’m sorry,” he said and left.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Boots and Rifle
She opened and fell to her knees. In his hands the boots the gun the tags. “I’m sorry,” he said and left.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
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