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... g in a net, a flopping fish caught by my own stupidity. I feel like a fish. My claws are as useless as fins right now.
I hear the poacher’s loud breathing and get a whiff of perfume. Expensive. I see a green shirt rippling in front of me. This poacher brought her A-Game. Her. I didn’t know women could be poachers. I always think of poachers as big burly cigar-smoking men with mustaches who drive jeeps and need baths. Why? Blame all the cartoons I watched as a kid.
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