Hello,

Youre lovely.
It dated back to the time of Droopy, after I had come back
deeper in the dust and lay back against the wall of the ho
Droopy and finally MCola had said, Give it to me.
lay in the woods.
pointing to each blood spot formally with a long stem of gras
Ill bust the son of a bitch.
had promised friends at home and it needed time for the skinne
the Austrian and the Wanderobo beat us.
kudu horns that leaned against the wall of the chicken coop hut
We all looked at him and MCola knelt and traced the curve o
knows now all I think, all I say, all I believe, all I can do,
then me with the Springfield, Pop with the Mannlicher, P.O.M.
but there was only one bullet hole, well back, just below th
blind. I held the rifle in one hand for him to look through the

Have a nice day.

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