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"I know! Almost got it!"
Julian briefly glanced at the situation at the door, thankful for Janie's help, then turned his attention back to the shape in front of him. He forced himself to concentrate on aiming properly, then fired again.
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Date: 2013-10-15 09:15 pm (UTC)Julian briefly glanced at the situation at the door, thankful for Janie's help, then turned his attention back to the shape in front of him. He forced himself to concentrate on aiming properly, then fired again.