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"Sure, whatever keeps me from going back to the compound." I lift up my rifle and look through the sight. Whispering to myself, "I say...about 75 yards. I could blow his head off clear from here."
I place my index finger on the trigger and rest it there, waiting for his next move.
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I let out a prolonged whistle.I didnt even tell this guy the rules yet...and look he already broke rule number 2.Bullets dont work on me I called out.Well mr.rule breaker...a penalty is in order.I hit the first 4 swithes and sit down.Boom i muttered.
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