55 Fiction: Hunting

Hunting in the north woods and freezing in the tree stand. My third season with my buddies. I’ve never gotten a deer before. Maybe I’ll get lucky this year. I see something in the clearing. I pull out my binoculars to take a look, and I tremble with fear and see it’s Dick Cheney. RUN!





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