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Lawrence is sitting at the fire, fingers absently tracing over his pistol. His gaze is travelling around the room lazily.
No, the pistol isn't loaded - he's simply admiring it, turning over the weapon in his hands over and over and thumbing the barrel, the trigger.
No, the pistol isn't loaded - he's simply admiring it, turning over the weapon in his hands over and over and thumbing the barrel, the trigger.