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"Fishing through the small green box with the red felt lining I reached past years of costume jewelry and pulled it out. Sensuous lines caressed my hand, each etched letter still clearly visible on the dark and aged metal. Shaking a few loose beads out of the barrel I walked to the kitchen and put daddy's snub nosed revolver down on the ugly white tiled table. It was still in fairly good shape after all these years, but after an hour and half a can of WD-40 it gleamed blackly. Going to the door pocket I pulled out a sheet of looseleaf paper and a blue erasable pen. Using the pistol as a paperweight, I left paper and pen on the table. No wind here, no weather, I retain control."