

Bang Bang“Bang, bang,” goes the revolver. In dreams it’s so perfect; no kick, no fire, no teeth-rattling explosion as the casing separates and the pointed metal slug is slung forward with fire that’s a whole foot long. But dreams are flawed in that they end.Bang Bang
She’ll be gone in a moment. They’ll have kissed this nightmare good-night and found egress. He’ll wake in two; there’ll be an empty bed with emptier sheets and a closet so full it’s empty too.
But it’s silent now as a lover creeps forward. Quiet footsteps pound the dirt beneath a s
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It's impossible to see it coming...
All you can do is brace yourself and pray that the restraints hold up.
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