The Hunter

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  Greg was out in the woods doing some late night hunting. He loved the thrill of hunting. He felt powerful and free.
  He was quiet as he carefully looked for a deer to shoot. He continued to sneak around quietly until he heard the sound of sticks being crunched.
  He then stopped. He was ready to hunt down his pray. He remained still, but looked around for the animal.
  He heard the crunching again. He kept a sharp eye out. He didn't see an animal in sight. It was pretty dark afterall.
  Suddenly, something jumped on top of him and ripped him to shreads.
  It's funny how the hunter becomes the hunted.

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