Chapter Four-3

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“Yeah,” Sam shrugged. “I know.” “So how did you do it?” “Red,” he gave her a one-armed hug. “When I was a kid, I used to hunt rabbits for the pot that way. It kinda stuck with me.” “And that’s why you were able to bean Shepperton with a rock before he could shoot me.” “Pretty much. He was a much bigger target than any rabbit I ever saw. But hey, I’ve got a question for you now.” “What?” “Why did you pick that particular stuffed animal?” he asked. “You’ve already got one.” “What? I don’t have any stuffed animals at home, let alone one like this.” “That ain’t what I meant, Red,” he chuckled. They were out into the parking lot now. It was late, and there were only a few cars still there. “Well, what do you mean?” He put his mouth close to her ear and murmured, “I mean, you already g

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