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Oh, yes. Guns. I have to admit, there's something satisfying on a gut level about firing a pistol, like at a firing range. I relished my annual qualifying in the Air Force. At the same time, guns in general frighten me a bit. Enough to keep me from actually owning one.
And a good handgun is not nearly as affordable as a good pair of shoes. Or as safe.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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