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Dedication

May 29, 2008
By Anonymous

He was tired from getting up early. He was cold; he couldn’t feel his fingers or toes.
He was hungry. He wanted to leave. The buck stepped out of the brush. He drew, aimed, and then fired. The buck went down. His heart was pumping, he felt warm. He didn’t want to leave any longer.


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