March 2010
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Before he left home, his father gave him a gun. It was a 1911-style semi-automatic pistol that was, in the words of his father, just like the ones the servicemen used to use in the war. His father taught him how to strip it, clean it and take care of it. His father taught him how to use it effectively, without hurting himself or anyone around him, with responsibility. It seemed to him that, in...
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He leaned up against the side of the building, waiting. The cool fall air rasped on him and he shrunk back into his jacket, taking a drag on the Natural American Spirit clutched tentatively between his fingers. She approached him excitedly but cautiously. It had been years since she knew him in school and her perception of him had blurred and grayed, becoming fuzzy and muted, the details being...