The gun seemed to take on weight and the hand holding it sagged.

As if he has heard this declaration many times, and knows that guns always seem to matter in the end.

The guns seemed to be welded to their arms, part of them.

The guns seems to have led a legal life until 1976, when a former corrections officer reported it lost.

And every gun in creation seemed to fire at once.

The gun seemed to explode, kicking back against his hand.

The absent gun still seemed to weigh against his chest.

There was a short pause, then everyone's guns seemed to disappear.

The gun like a great weight seemed to pull his arm down toward the floor.

The guns seem here to stay, so let's identify and treat the minds.