Excerpt thread from a book I'm writing: I put the pistol in my mouth. The .45’s barrel is cold, familiar. Then the doorbell rings. The chime’s echo rolls down the front hallway to the parlor where I sit. My lacquered antique furniture resonates with the loud sound.
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Any man who's not needs a testosterone injection immediately. This book sounds awesome and the tough dad protects innocent kid is probably my favorite trope.
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