5
human turret son
gun syndrome
genome thunder dome
range lightning rain
night sky of 40 grain
splendid caliber
X caliber
plink to think
dinky clinks
tiny echoes
bricks, all clear
fire flies
barrels of varying sizes
armorer princess prizes
she goes all .223/5.56
flash suppressed
range without a roof
took her rounds
now she frowns
tell her later
give them back
after dinner
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