plot: you, your older brother, and your mom are on your way to visit uncle clint.
!!TW!!: mentions of shooting bows, along with shooting people with said bow.
3rd pov:
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"Mom, do you think uncle Clint will let me ride a horse?" Your older brother asks. "I don't see why not." Your mom says from the drivers seat. "Do you think I can shoot his bow?" You ask hopefully. "No, you cannot." She say sternly.
You lean closer to your brother with a menacing look in your eye. "Too bad. I would've shot you right off that fuckin' horse." You say not tearing your eyes from his. "Oh." He says quietly turning away from you.
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