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he wears a too-wide grin as honeydew skin turns crimson freckles spread across his face like stars, his eyebrows try to escape into that carrot red hair laughing, squinting, stumbling to the beat of the soundtrack
TO FISH OR NOT TO FISH? That is the question… Every redneck as himself on Saturday morning when its not, I repeat; Because this is important. It cannot be hunting season. That will trump everything.