People have their reasons for not wanting to engage in given activities. Disregarding any moral questions about the activity, I disdain being a hunter for other reasons. Such reasons include: the contemptible hours that are spent scouting out a viable position, the spending of time and funds in preparation, the tediousness of waiting for the game, and my personal bane of waking up very early in the morning. There is one experience that smote any potential for a desire to hunt for me.
The incident began during my fifth grade year, when winter’s chill struck early in my area. We suffered a turbulent ice storm for the
It's really hard to do things at the same time. (❁°͈▵°͈)
I can't manage to draw anymore because of my teaching schedules on two schools that I'm teaching.
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