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May 30, 2019
It's not the shot that bugs ya. It's the aiming. You take your time. The target is unaware of you. You are too aware of it. After a bit, it's not an it anymore. That's what grabs you in the gut. The sudden realization that it is not an it. It has eyes. You see them move, see them grab at space for a bit of grit. Those eyes know other eyes are out there, looking like they're looking, but not to love them, not to like them, but to put them out. Taking a moment, you swallow the it.