Nothing better to do.

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There wasn't a shred of soul or emotion left within him as he takes the worn shoe box down from the top of his almost-bare closet. Tossing the beaten lid aside, the cold, blue-gray revolver lying on top of cleaning cloths and scattered ammunition seemed to beckon and plead to save it from the dust and darkness. He made quick work of restoring it to

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More now. Please.