Guys in Coats, WTF?

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I decided to mow the lawn to day. Well, I decided to mow half of Aunt Elinor's lawn. The front yard to be exact. And only half because it's SO BIG. I wanted to read more books but... Aunt Elinor wouldn't let me near her library, and I'm not about to cross HER path when it comes to her books.

Well, here comes the creepy part: while I was mowing the

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Whats so intimidating about a dead chicken? I call that shit dinner.

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Well, I've heard stories that around town a group of people have been hanging dead chickens in people's houses, and then lighting the houses on fire. The stories have... made me some-what suspicious.

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But thats retarded. What does poultry have to do with arson.

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It could be some kind of gang signature.

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Honey, I know gangs. If that's their sig, I wouldn't be fucking worried. Just hire yourself some professionals.

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Well, alright. There's a chance they could be the same guys who kidnapped my father. I wouldn't know... where to find professionals...

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I'm on, ah, sick leave, but there's fucking tons of us on here. Just make a fucking post.