"Jack, you're only 13 years old. Can you talk like a normal kid?"
"I have to find Maggie and ask why she broke up with me. If I don't get that clear, I won't let it go."
"Do you need me to come with you?"
"Can you also distract Maggie's dad for me?" The plump boy showed a hopeful expression.
Luke "..."
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Fickley Gun Club.
Luke, uninterested in his nonsense, finished breakfast and went to the shooting range alone to practice shooting.
Luke still had one Pistol Card and three Rifle Cards left.
Luke felt his pistol skills were already quite good and decided to practice with rifles first.
He already had some understanding of rifles. After using the Rifle Card, his practice efficiency doubled. Much of the knowledge that previously remained theoretical was quickly mastered.
Before he knew it, it was already noon.
Luke was having lunch at the club's restaurant. He had just ordered when his phone rang.
Luke picked up his phone and saw that it was a call from his mom.
