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~Jax~ The click sound was what should have given what he was trying to do away but I didn’t have much experience with things like that. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think I had ever really handled one of those in my entire lifetime. Whether or not my ignorance was my fault, what he wanted came to fruition as I fell to the ground, blinding pain shooting up my leg as I screamed. When I used to watch movies, especially the action and horror ones that I made Zoe watch with me because those were my opportunities to touch her in places that she would ordinarily not have let me touch, I used to think that the characters were just being overly dramatic about getting shot but as someone who was now nursing a bullet in his leg, I could say for a fact that they were anything but dramatic. It was