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By the time I was ready to begin, my breathing was coming in too quickly, and my heart was beating too quickly. In the process of putting my headphones back in place, he guided my hands straight in front of me while continuing to press against me from behind.
"All right, click the safety off when you're ready, and then go," he instructed, his grip on the gun tight around my wrists and hands. The sound of my lips moving was followed by a long groan, but I moved my thumb regardless and clicked off the safety. It was true that when I squeezed the trigger, the gun jerked in my hand. I squealed and jumped in response to the sound and the realization that I had just fired a gun. "Wow, that was incredible. I'll encourage you to try it again."
During the process of taking another photo
