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im the one thats got hold of the gun and you're finally the helpless bird. flying in v's with the rest of the pack once you're shot you'll go down alone. cause the rest cant see when your hurt. time to bite the bullet taste better than you thought? this is my last time hunting my first time loading this rifle you were always a fighter so your last moments came with a struggle i finally left in the field what i used to desire.

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