deers, they taste good. thats as far as my father thought when it came to dears. they taste good. he would find something he would consider "tasting good" and latch on to it for dear life. they taste good. he loved to go hunting in the deep brush and forest to find some. they taste good. he would go out and bring back meat, no deer, just meat. they taste good. everyone thought it tasted funny. they taste good. then one day he took me hunting... he wasn't hunting deer... he was hunting bears.
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Short Storyim gonna write short stories or soemthing in here, funny or horror, no similarities in them what so ever, here we go my loves.
