but I swerve and Look someone says. A deer. And we hauled it down a ditch. It snowed. Our coats covered with hard brown hairs. Which lit the snow. Who did not want to carry any? plugged his hands in, fiddled alittle, look
* published in Cab/Net 2
Not a real deer
* published in Cab/Net 2
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