Me and Reg and Boyd
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Boyd opened his jacket half-way and pulled a gun out of the inside pocket. It was a pistol, all black with a dull shine.
“Where'd you get that?” said Reg.
“Found it. At the landfill.” Boyd looked at the ground. “It was just lying there.”
“Can I hold it?” I said.
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