“How long can you keep it up?”
“Last time I started, Father made me stop after thirteen hours.”
“When was this?”
“Last week.” Face flaming, I direct my attention to the ground. Sometimes, when nothing else calms my nerves, shooting is the only thing that works. The repetitive motion and counting the shots helps ease my tension, frustration over my mother’s state, and worry for my future.
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