She'd gone to the range, after. Every day, until the sound stopped making her feel sick and terrified, stopped making her heart race and her breath ragged, stopping making his laughter feel her head. Every day until she felt nothing at all.]
Guns are only good for one thing, really [hurting, killing, maiming] and I don't blame anyone who doesn't want to use them.
[And she's quick to put it back. It's strange, but she feels almost vulnerable, having it exposed without reason.]
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I get it.
[How could she not?
She'd gone to the range, after. Every day, until the sound stopped making her feel sick and terrified, stopped making her heart race and her breath ragged, stopping making his laughter feel her head. Every day until she felt nothing at all.]
Guns are only good for one thing, really [hurting, killing, maiming] and I don't blame anyone who doesn't want to use them.
[And she's quick to put it back. It's strange, but she feels almost vulnerable, having it exposed without reason.]