He was behind a little brush pile, I could only see the very top edge of him so that's what I shot for. He flipped over backwards, kicked twice, and there he laid dead as a wedge. What's wild is the bullet actually hit nothing vital, didn't even knick the spine, though it passed real real close to it obviously. It was literally the shock of that thumping old school chunk of lead passing through his body that killed him. I'd forgotten how hard a .35 hits, I'd not fired it in 20 or more years.
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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