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I saw a brave little buck on my way home just minutes ago. He stood about fifteen yards from my car and just watched. He didn't even run when I started barking like a dog. My prediction: he will be somebody's dinner next week.
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The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well. anonymous
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