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The number of bullets a Colt .45 semi automatic gun can hold: 8-14
The gun that my husband-to-be possessed contained exactly: 0
But, of course, I didn't know this.
With guns, just like my finace, the outside is frightening, but way less than that of what's on the inside.
Now, imagine me, Miss Doesn’t-Run-Even-When-She-Clearly-Sees-The-Gun-In-Man’s-Underpants, sitting on the couch in drip drops of my own piss. I would be whispering a prayer for help if I wasn’t completely void of breath.
Pete has his elbows perched on his knees, cracking his knuckles. He doesn’t say anything for a moment; he’s busy thinking about how I’m going pay him back. His eyes keep shifting up and down my body.
“Please,” I say in a tiny voice, tears dripping from my chin to my collarbones, “don’t hurt me.”
The bastard, he shushes me calmly. He wiggles his pinky finger, and when it finally “pops” he looks up at me grins with the face that I now call “The Idea Face”.
“I’m not gonna to hurt you,” he slides a hand on my thigh and my legs jerks in surprise. “As long as you listen to me, you’ll leave here bullet-free. Got it, babe?”
I nod hurriedly. “Okay, please!” my mouth rushes out. He brings his hand to my face and wipes the tears from my raw meat cheeks with a thumb.
I feel confused. I want to kiss him as much as I want to spit in his face and run.
“But, I am going to use you. I’ve got a plan.”
“W-what plan?” My voice shakes.
“You and your church are looking are trying to get new members, aren’t you? That’s what that last tightass talked about when he knocked on my door last week, anyway,” he grumbled.
“Yes, we are,” I answer.
Pete stands up from the couch and points to himself and smiles, “Well, you’re looking at your new member.”
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...h that shudders at the end. I feel like I’m on top a tall building; dizzy and scared at of my wits like I’m gonna fall out of myself.
I see a house phone sitting on his nightstand in the reflect; the buttons pulsing green. Particularly, the numbers 9, 1, and 1 being of great interest to me.
I inch closer to the nightstand when he bends over to fix the crease on the the ends of his pants; his gun poking out signing a quiet warning to me.
My hand on top on the nightstand, I move it closer and closer to the phone to the phone, keeping my movement as small as possible. When my fingertips touch the side of the phone I hear “I know you’re smarter than that, Bee.” Pete whispers staring at me in the mirror.
I almost fall off the bed. I quickly put my hand back on my lap, “I-I’m- I was just-”
“It seems that I have to use other means of getting your compliance, babe.”
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Men With Guns is not so much a film about economic processes as it is a film about the effects of a certain economic system - feudalism. It is more a film about cultural and political processes than anything else, a film that deals in depth with the grave consequences of a country in Central or South America whose Indians are subjects to the knights - the “men with guns” - who control and terrorize their existence.
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“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
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Tim moved past the bellman at the doorway, only to observe Bryan using his iPhone to capture the moment.
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Firearm safety is a controversial topic in America attributable to the several accidents that involve firearms. The main cause of an accident or death when operating a firearm is a accidental discharge. Several safety procedures and courses may prevent this from happening. Firearm safety and the education behind it is important and necessary in decreasing the several accidents and deaths in America. Guns are not toys and everyone should have proper gun safety before handling or possessing a firearm.
I found six screws on the back panel and, with the help of my dad and a screwdriver, I opened it up to find, not a little man, but a circuit board. “How does a green rectangle control a walkie talkie?” This raised more questions than answers. I later learned that I was holding a circuit board in my hand and that there were more parts inside the walkie talkie than I had uncovered, but my four year-old self was incredibly confused. I sat on the sofa for hours staring at the device, tracing copper pathways and poking at it to see if it would
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...g that smile. Is he going to leave now? I stop kicking the floor and sit up, watching him. But instead of walking over to the door, he stands up and walks towards the piano. I stand up and follow him anxiously, almost certain he knew my secret.
The house phone started to ring. “We have a house phone?” I questioned myself rubbing my eyes giving off a weary sigh. When did I fall asleep? I headed downstairs and it stopped. Again it rang and I guessed it was on the bottom shelf hence lack of usage. Pulling off the dusty cloth I grasped the telephone and answered.