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Apr 28, 2010 20:01

"I, too." "G'bye dearie." "We are here and every night come the hunters."

Deal breaker, concept. This is just storage again; I do not at the moment exist enough to mention. What little there currently is is this then:
1) Returning to the man I'd left alone in the dark to find he'd shot himself in the head. Sitting still in the dark by the carcass then. That is all.
2) Watching the elk get killed running into a car right before me. Dragging the body by its still-stiff hind legs into the ditch and cutting the throat; holding the knocked-out still-alive head in my arms and watching the blood pour into my lap.
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