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  1. I really dig the last photo. That reminds me when my family was stationed in San Diego as a kid. My dad took us on a desert trip and cook-out, at which point he pulled out his 36″ barrel shot-gun that I was barely able to hold (like maybe 8y/o?). Needless to say I ended up on my ass with a hugely sort right upper-body from the kick.

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