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Ready for readers. Here's the first thirteen.
“Yassir! I’m gonna teach that fella a lesson!” Grandpa waved his new toy around as he spoke. Uncomfortable? Yes, I was. The silver Ruger now dancing before me was certainly a beautiful handgun; but I wasn’t sure it qualified as a toy. And I wasn’t sure that Grandpa was as sane as the good Doctor who released him might believe. “Which fella, Pa-pa?” Grandpa snorted. “Your little sister’s boy-toy, that’s who.” “Devlin?” I raised one eyebrow. “That’s the one.” “What kind of lesson you reckon he needs?”