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Remember: once the pin is pulled, Mister Grenade is no longer your friend.
explosives—specifically, explosives delivered through someone’s window at range.
Worse than Lucy-lue’s father when he was cleaning his shotgun in the front room while staring at me. I was in the tenth grade! What could I have... Well, I could have done—well, we did but...
