MY repro has no soul. It's only seen the insides of factory work rooms, shipping containers, storerooms, gun vaults and it's ever protective case. I don't believe the sun has ever shone it's rays upon it. Certainly no powder has ever fouled it's barrels or no hull was ever kicked out by its ejectors. It's checkering has never been worn smooth by a gloved hand and it's wood has never been marred by a briar or barbed wire. No fur or feather has ever felt it's touch. It is a thing of beauty that has not yet been brought to life.
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