Freedom Arms, Friday

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Today a new shipment of specialty arrows came in, and Alec couldn't help but be amused as he went through them. There were music-playing arrows, chocolate milk arrows, sock arrows... he had no idea how all of these managed to be aerodynamic enough to actually get anywhere.

Then he found an arrow that looked like it belonged at the sex store instead, and he decided that he was done going through this box for now. Yikes.