Tag: fiction
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⭢clean_slide
He sat erect on the faded sofa and looked down at the coffee table and the gun sitting on it. A Glock. His Glock. He picked it up, feeling it tug in the hand. Once, on that freighter with the fuel leak, Celine…
He sat erect on the faded sofa and looked down at the coffee table and the gun sitting on it. A Glock. His Glock. He picked it up, feeling it tug in the hand. Once, on that freighter with the fuel leak, Celine…