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Same tombstone. Deer stand there like trophy prizes in the dream of a hunter.
"Take my stoic head and antlers! We will look good stuffed over your fireplace! Oh the respect you'll get from women and other hunters! And what a tasty meal we are!"
They wait for Michael to get done shooting all the geese, so they too can be shot and eaten by this great man.
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