I'm sure you can remember a time when you were riding a stallion. You had on chaps of chocolate suede and a fitting gun in your holster. You were riding fast and hard, your horse was at a canter. The breeze and sun together were like 10,000 angels kissing your neck. You stopped to sip some water from the stream nearby and your gun went off.
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