>>68184157>I squeeze the trigger and feel it kick back, hard. The power exploding deep and hitting almost dead center on the little log I'd pointed it at. It takes a solid chunk off the thing as it strikes.>Janet whistles as I pull the gun down to waist height slowly, relishing it as I go. I run my hand slightly down the wood stock, and reset my grip. Time for another round.>I pull up and aim deeper down range this time, a small metal target quite far.>I measure my breaths, sway gently against the wind and empty my mind as I center. >Another pop and a ting a split second after. A hit. Thing is dead accurate. >I hear the makings of conversation from Janet so I unleash a single ear to reciprocate.>"Hell of a shot, Greene." Her praise slides right off and onto the rifle.>"All the rifle, honest. Seriously this thing is amazing." I almost have to force myself to set it down, it's so nice.>Janet stands closer to me again, a light hip check accompanies a promise.>"The guy's trying to get rid of the thing. He's a pretty good friend of the family so-" I instantly cut her off.>"How much?" She's taken aback a second and smiles.>"He only wanted about $700 for it." The past tense verb there makes my hands shake.>"Janet that's less than a third of what it's worth." I threaten to short-circuit at her revelation.>"Yup, friend and family discount turns out. You can pay me your half of it later.">"What?">"Well I thought we could share it.">"...Janet this is yours!?">"Ours." she beams a huge smile at me as I feel I have to stable myself against the little folding table.>I feel her hand on my shoulder. For the briefest of moments I expect some sort of sappy speech out of her. I'm instantly reminded who she is as she opens her mouth.>"You gotta weep over the thing or you gonna shoot it?" I snap out of my stupor and grasp back at it.>She chuckles at my almost desperation.Fin, sorry for the delay I'm no /k/ autist so I had to look up the gun.
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