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Murderer... in A Different Kind of Beginning.

  • March 14, 2014, 9:14 p.m.
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I hit a deer... it was young, beautiful, and innocent. I took a turn a little too fast and there it was, I hit the brakes but it was a futile attempt. I saw the impact pull the animal under my tires and mingle the body with my bumper. After I had to back up I could see it struggled to get up. There was no blood, just a contorted figure fighting to run away. It still had it's spots too.

Death is a tragedy whether it's an animal or person. Life is special, and unapresheated until it's gone.


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