BEGINNING OF STORY PREVIOUS (PART 40) I snatched my gun, pointed it at the intruder, and was halfway through the trigger pull when I remembered where I was. I put the gun back down and told the stunned silent Diane, “Sorry, I’m not used to waking up with someone else in the room.” Diane seemed … Continue reading A Story, Bit-by-Bit
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