September 1992 (Henry, 21)
"Henry, darling. Come on now. At least a photo."
"Oh dear mother, I don't want to. I don't see the point in it.
"You can hold onto my rifle/sniper/shotgun. Your old enough to be handling guns, my boy."
"If you insist. Where should I stand? Here?"
"How about the window. It's a wonderful view we're having, late thus ev......
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