When I Was Twelve, I Went Hunting With My Father And We Shot A Bird. He Was Laying There And Something Struck Me. Why Do We Call This Fun To Kill This Creature Who Was As Happy As I Was When I Woke Up This Morning.
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When I Was Twelve, I Went Hunting With My Father And We Shot A Bird. He Was Laying There And Something Struck Me. Why Do We Call This Fun To Kill This Creature Who Was As Happy As I Was When I Woke Up This Morning.
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