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Cynthia felt incredibly stupid and wanted to escape, but it seemed like her back legs were glued to the ground. So, she had no choice but keep talking. “What model is it?” she asked.
“The gun? It’s a Tokarev TT-30” Jack replied.
“It looks heavy.”
“It is, indeed.” Jack handed the gun to her. “Want to try?”
(as always, credits to rem289 !)