As I pass it to Katie, I'm reminded of a conversation we had many years ago with my mom about gun ownership. Katie spins the cylinder, which blurs silently, then, with a flip of her wrist, snaps it back into the body of a gun, where it settles with a satisfying click, and then she gives a big smile.
One year ago: Lazy
Two years ago: If Someone Tells You They're Crazy, Believe Them
Three years ago: Teach Me To Just Shove Things In My Face
Four years ago: What Else Are You Gonna Do In Sun City?
Ten years ago: Absolution
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