Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

"What the hell is that supposed to shoot?" he asked.
"Buckshot and bad thoughts."
Her shotgun boomed like thunder and fed him a gut-full of paranoia.
She smiled as he began to sweat and cry.

                                                                                              --- from 6 GUNS.

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And yeah, I'm back on three of my projects if my writer's block stays dead.