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exexec · 70-79, C
I must confess. Years ago, I murdered a brown thrasher (our official state bird) that was methodically digging up the corn that we planted. It would start at the end of the row and dig out each kernel. I waiting for it one day and shot it with my .22 rifle. I could be arrested. Maybe that's why I moved 800 miles to another state.





