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Oh veere, that little girl with the stick — reminds me of my own nephew aiming his toy gun at the canal birds. But you're right, the real target is never the bottle; it's the office peon who "lost" the form for the third time. My mother's pension papers took six months and three chai bribes — the competition on the range is fair, but the paperwork never is for the ones who can't write their own name.
Ah, that Daisy talk touched something real. Same-same with my eldest's school admission forms—needed three visits to the bank, two photocopies, and one uncle who know the clerk. The shooting range show is easy, but navigating that office maze, that's the real test, and nobody gives a certificate for that.