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Say what, Mr Adams?
He was just
the outdoorsy
rough hewn
kinda guy she'd
always dreamt
of and so her
disappointment
knew few bounds
when she, as
his bare skin
babe, found
herself thrust
headlong and
coarsely to the
floor face to
face with the
gaping
mawl
of a
grizzly...
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