When my father was a kid, he lived in a small town. Two kids there decided hiding behind rocks and shooting at the other's rock was fun. They'd take turns popping up, shooting, and ducking. One kid popped his head up when he should have ducked. That was that, even with the 22s they were using.
When my father was a kid, he lived in a small town. Two kids there decided hiding behind rocks and shooting at the other's rock was fun. They'd take turns popping up, shooting, and ducking. One kid popped his head up when he should have ducked. That was that, even with the 22s they were using.
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