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He followed the buck past the wormwood barn down the game trail into and out of three hundred yards of multiflora rose (so thick his jeans raveled like terrycloth) to shoot and leave for dead, walked away.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
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He followed the buck past the wormwood barn down the game trail into and out of three hundred yards of multiflora rose (so thick his jeans raveled like terrycloth) to shoot and leave for dead, walked away.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
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