I couldn't help but feel like fully loaded gun, with the safety off. Your finger laying flat softly grazing the trigger, before you suddenly pull back with brute force. You expect the bullet to come hurtling forward splitting through the air as it races on to leave it's mark on all in it's path -but there's nothing. You pull back on the trigger once, twice, three, times more. Yet nothing comes out. I was a fully loaded gun that for no particular reason just kept shooting blanks. Until I met Kaleb Jeremiah Blanks. and shot him in the arm. with a dart gun. ...And things have been looking up ever since. ○ ○ ○ Click 'start reading' for full description. [a/n : Contains swearing and mild sexual nature. Please do not read if you are offended.] All Rights Reserved 2014 © -DaisyisconfusedAll Rights Reserved
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