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  1. “Old Skeeter felt a little guilty hunting over bait like that. But it was coon season and there was no law against it. Skeeter just knew that no coon could resist coming up for a sniff on that fine, tanned, large ass booty. Why, that was just the best damn coon bait he’d ever seen as he settled in with his Winchester 94 and a flask of Jim Beam’s finest and commenced to waiting.”

    Yes, I’m going to hell.

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