The Peculiar Gun A Short Story by Jane Doe Mathias Barker looked at the peculiar gun in his hands and felt irritable. He walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. He had always loved pretty Bangkok with its hungry, happy hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James Clifford. James was a splendid teacher with fragile fingernails and fluffy abs.
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