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Show 116 Erin carried the gun everywhere she went for five days. Sometimes she would reach into her bag when she saw someone approaching. But except to shatter some bottles of Bud Lite in the mountains she didn't pull the trigger. It was her last full night in Utah when Erin showed me the gun for the first time. She took it out of her bag and tapped it against the television screen. In that motion I saw her flying down the road on her way to do something crazy. I asked, "What the fuck is that?" Erin just nodded once and locked herself in her room. I railed on the door for a while, but Erin just played it off, told me not to worry. Nothing was going to happen. After I left, she held the gun in her left hand. About 30 hours until she left the state of Utah forever. She switched the gun to her right hand. 30 hours was not a long time, but it was long enough. She knew there was a lot she could do in one day if she played her cards right. She held the gun with her left hand again and looked through the sight into the yellow light on the ceiling. Around four AM Erin picked up her gun and walked outside. She didn't know what she was looking for but she would know it when she found it. She walked until she found herself near the lake. She remembered a small, off-trail abandoned brick building around there where she used to go to when she wanted to scare her younger brothers. Inside the building was a freezer and Erin used to tell her brothers that it was full of dead cats. |