The kids were playing in the street in front of the house, with a deflated balloon and an old wooden boomerang. There were of all races and colors. On Saturday afternoon was like that, especially in those beautiful days of April.
I on Saturday afternoon, I'm always reading. I read a lot, but if kids are too much confusion I get distracted, lose the thread and then ... I get angry. From the window
butchers a black face with my Remington 700. His head exploded like an orange. Before his companions could disappear I made out three others. Then finally I could finish the chapter.
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