I didn't often drive on West Main... only East Main. As we passed the gun store - "Shit!", my passenger interrupted. "They closed up shop - see? 'For rent'." I whipped my head to the right to staring at my passenger about 1/2 second too long, then beyond into the glare of the vacant store's window.

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You got me on this one I got nothing.

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[see it can be, what is the narrator hiding? or what happened at the gun store? or who is the passenger figment of imagination or real?]

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I don’t know my imagination just isn’t coming up with anything on this one.

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," said my passenger. "Take another hit of this," I said. "Take the wheel but turn right onto Anadarko"