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Marasi squinted her eyes at the glaring light and steadied her breath, ready to take the shot. The winter sun was treacherous and the cold bit her naked hand, making her finger slightly tremble. She sighed. Rusting Wayne. He stood fifty meters away, almost at the end of the shooting range, balancing half a dozen hats in a tower on top of his head. The sight of him was so ridiculous that she burst out laughing.
“This is stupid. You are stupid!” she shouted.
“Darling, you cannot kill me in a way that matters.” He pointed at his goldminds and smiled widely at her. “Besides, you are the best markswoman I’ve ever met. Please don’t be shy and shoot already.”
