I went over to Leo’s today. I remember his story about how fucked up his step-dad was. It made my situation seem a little less bad, but I wasn’t expecting him to have a gun.
He took it out of a safe he had in his room. “Hector knows I have it and it’s loaded,” he said. He let me hold it and it felt like a thousand pounds in my hand. He told me I could borrow it anytime.
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