The Gun
J
James McLain
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How it makes her shudder.
He groans out as.
Shooting stars that do.
Moist the pond is often dry.
The cracked muddy bottom.
Crying not to be touched.
Panties from a limb that hang.
The faint smell of.
A large pit beneath is dug.
The moon is high enough to sit.
Was the gun found in the crack.
To hot to be held.
The night will stay cool until.
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