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Wes keeps a Smith & Wesson M29 with an 8 inch barrel in a black shoebox under his bed.
And sometimes, when he’s had a particularly bad day, he pulls the box out and sets it on his dresser. He’ll pour himself a small glass of whiskey and he’ll sit on his bed and he’ll look at the box.
He never opens it – hasn’t seen the gun itself in years and years.
He just drinks his whiskey and remembers.
Then he’ll lean back until he’s fully nestled in his pillows and fall asleep with the glass in hand and the lights still on and that nondescript black shoebox sitting so innocently - despite the nightmares hidden inside.
End.