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Heard a group of rabbits late at night while I was camping out with some folks, one of them went out to go to the bathroom, and I found a baby hare with it's head bashed in by a nike sandal. Coincidence? Life is kinda warped, we're so into ourselves that we disregard the lifes of others and are concerned with our own trivial pursuits. (I decked the guy the next morning, that bastard)
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
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