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Shot to the Face

Shot to the Face

One afternoon when I was a child I was sitting in the sun just outside our garage while my uncle riffled though my family’s shit, looking for god knows what. He dropped a box, and shotgun shells rolled everywhere, I caught a few and started playing with one. I had seen my dad take the shell and fill it with beads, when clamp it, but he never really explained how it fired–despite being an avid…

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