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“It was a Thompson submachine gun. She calmly lowered the seat back in place. She stuck the stock under her left armpit and clutched the front handle. “Jesus!” I yelled. “Did you always have that there?” “Yes!” “What the hell were you waiting for?” “I was waiting until we got into a jam,” she turned and hefted the Tommy gun rearward. “Cover your ears!” — Bob Madison
It was a Thompson submachine gun. She calmly lowered the seat back in place.
She stuck the stock under her left armpit and clutched the front handle.
“Jesus!” I yelled. “Did you always have that there?”
“Yes!”
“What the hell were you waiting for?”
“I was waiting until we got into a jam,” she turned and hefted the Tommy gun rearward. “Cover your ears!