“Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. That's the way it goes. He shot at me at the ‘Unusual,’ and the magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. ” She swept out of the room. She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. ‘I can take care of myself, bête. I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily.
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