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AFTER MIDNIGHT MATADOR

It used to frighten me as a young farm worker that the bull would break out. I would take my blanket and in practice play the matador’s moves It was my way of countering my fears of a horned charge in the night. It never came but being ever ready I slept always on guard. TOBIAS
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anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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anthony-brady
79 / M / English
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Apr 19, 2018
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