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My
father wasn't much of an outdoorsman, but he did go
through a hunting phase one season with some buddies of
his. One Saturday, he came home with a mess of scrawny
squirrels which he incorporated into a stew. Being the
8-year-old kid I was, I thought it was the most
delicious stuff I'd ever eaten. My Dad, the
squirrel-slayer. |
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