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Having guns for hands isn't easy. You often shoot the people you love. You might not mean to, but its inevitable. You shoot and wound everyone who tries to disarm you. Your hands are never on safety, But she might be the missing switch. She might be the answer to turning them into kittens instead.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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Having guns for hands isn't easy. You often shoot the people you love. You might not mean to, but its inevitable. You shoot and wound everyone who tries to disarm you. Your hands are never on safety, But she might be the missing switch. She might be the answer to turning them into kittens instead.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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