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Way Over Half The Murders Committed In This Country Are By Close Friends Or Relatives Of The Deceased. A Gun Makes A Loud And Satisfying Noise In A Moment Of Passion And Requires No Agility And Very Little Strength. How Many Murders Wouldn't Happen, If They All Had To Use Hammers And Knives?

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Way Over Half The Murders Committed In This Country Are By Close Friends Or Relatives Of The Deceased. A Gun Makes A Loud And Satisfying Noise In A Moment Of Passion And Requires No Agility And Very Little Strength. How Many Murders Wouldn't Happen, If They All Had To Use Hammers And Knives?

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