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as reply to The great reveal

He hadn't been to SSD since he got his puppy. But before that he used to spend all his free time, weekday or
weekend
s, at the SSD. He liked the first S the best. It stood for 
shooting range
. It was not that he found pleasure in shooting bullets at target sheets all day, but rather that he didn't know what else he'd spend his free time on.

As a kid the first things he'd do when he got home from school was watch TV. It's just what he did like routine. As an adult he noticed that after he got off work the first thing he wanted to do was to drive over to SSD and empty some clips beside his fellow shooters. It sure beat scrolling on 
Instagram
or staring at 
TikTok
all evening. Plus he didn't have a wife or anything at home to cook for him so why not just go to the shooting range?

After an hour of shooting he'd work up an appetite. And that's when he'd go to the D part of the SSD. The diner. There was a diner connected to the shooting range and he'd eat good, real 
American
food, loaded with meat, grease, potatoes, and other forms of high calorie foods. The 
waitresses
would call him 'hun' and he'd say things like 'mmhmm'. After eating a good meal and sipping several refills of watered down 
coffee
, he'd go back to the shooting range for a few hours, before closing off his evening at the second S. The strip club.

He was petting Rusko, his dog who was now no longer a pup, and for some reason he thought of his friend Tom. They used to work together before he had shifted careers to become a cop. Tom was still, to his knowledge working with Sanders Construction Co. Last time Tom had found himself a nice girl. Good looking and smart. But he actually liked Tom better. He opened up his phone and looked at Tom's 
Facebook
page and then he even thought about calling him. He had his finger on Tom's name on his phone's contact list app. Then Rusko began to pant.

"What? You want to go on a walk? Okay. Let me take you someplace you've never been."

Before he left he took a piss... and then he put a
glock-18
 into his concealed holster.

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