MINESHAFT BAKERY
ROD & GUN CLUB
I have sat at this table for seven
long hours, whittling away my
time of day like a stick and some
carver's knife. I am tired of all
that's occurred. And not.
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I don't speak your language and
I can't get your drift. Beside me,
some twelve seat-zones over is
a fool who won't shut up. I have
to listen because of this jail's space.
How he kills a bear, and baits that
bear first to sucker him in. How he
then cuts and prepares the bear meat
to eat. Probably how he shits it out
too, but I refuse to listen.
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If this trap snaps shut around me,
you, my fine friend, will die.
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