Flupocolypse, day 8. Trip wire, acheived...
Trip wires are prearranged warning signs. Most of them live in our minds.
Yup.... Just hit one of mine. Several non-gun people I know have quietly approached me and asked if I can arm them.
The thing is, these are even-keel people whose skills place them in the top five of 'essential' jobs on that list.
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