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The Gun

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I was pointing the gun towards him. At point blank range, it would have taken the shit out of anybody, but he was smiling. He freed himself from all the guilt by a simple confession of mistrust. I was feeling helpless even after having the gun. Controlling the urge to kill, I let him go.

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