The wonderful Gift Yangdu sent to my address is safe at home. While I'm gone, and knowing guests would be arriving, I had all weapons locked in the safe. Baby Keith has not been acting well in my absence and his antics after lights-out have driven my oldest son Carter to my own vacant room for a good night's sleep. Where the AK Bowie and Cherokee Rose used to sit, now rests a small unopened box, waiting for my return. Carter sleeps next to the box on a small mattress on the floor.
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