They moved into our backyard the summer before eight grade – nature had nowhere else to put them. Dad wanted to shoot them with the shotgun, but Momma said he fire a weapon in town. I said I’d crawl in the den with them – I drew the senseless-killing line at baby animals.
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
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