- C. S. Lewis
“Well,” he explained. “We need to be safe, right?”
“Well…err…yes,” she agreed. “But weapons?”
“We need to be safe,” he explained. “Weapons will help us do that.”
The store was run down. It looked like there had not been a customer there in years. The burly man up front seemed to be in charge. “Hello,” she tried to make conversation. “We’re um..here…for…weapons…”
Russell laughed. “I think he already knew that Leanne,” he explained.
She rolled her eyes. “Thank you for making that clear Russell.”
He grinned…”No problem.”
“What will you have?” the burly man asked.
“Um, a shotgun?” Leanne stuttered. She hated weapons, and found the idea of buying one preposterous. What was wrong with Russell? Why did he want a weapon to deal with those evil people? Why did they have to resort to violence?”
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