Alexa Chung. Beautiful
Even once a year a gun shoots.
And I look at the double barrel which I always stare at, I can buy it, but it won’t have the engraving and no smell of powder at all. I don’t think Jack has ever been used, but he occasionally says he sees bullets there.
Alison walks in.
And I dig myself deeper into the couch.
“Can I look?”
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