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The Gun
THE GUN THE GUN By Aaron Oliver I didn?t see her until I rounded the front of my van.? She was fumbling with her purse between the two cars, bent over the door lock, fiddling with her key.? The first thing I noticed was abundant blonde hair falling across her shoulders and hiding her face. Then she straightened up and turned towards me and I saw the gun in her hand. ?Get in,? she said, and gestured toward the door of her car with her other hand.? I stood there, frozen, mesmerized by...