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There was another fucking dead deer on the side of the main road that leads to my apartment again tonight. Every freaking time I go down that road I see at least one new dead thing. Tonight's was enormous. And everytime I see a dead deer, I legitimately cry because it's really that sad. That deer was someone's mom or dad. And now they've been fucking plowed over by a giant heep of metal. The other night I saw one and it had a fucking orange tag on it, like the orange tags they put on dead and abandoned cars on the side of the highway. "Pick this one up!" Obviously. It's a dead fucking deer.