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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Shot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said I was hunting deer. I knew the trails, the split tracks and pellets of shit; circles<br>where they bedded down together. I faced a buck once, for almost ten minutes I think;<br>I moved first and it left me. I ran home to think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had a bow, target arrows, a target on straw. My father said be careful, and I was, but<br>I sneaked my bow and arrow to the woods. I surprised a tiny rabbit near a hole. It<br>froze. I had an arrow on it. I moved and it ran for the hole. I never shot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had a blanket, in a clearing of wiry grass that sloped to the north. He had her<br>down, her hands all over his back. I thought I knew her. They hadn't seen me. I notched<br>an arrow. His head turned my way, vague, like he needed his glasses, and maybe afraid. <br>I got scared, I wasn't sure what it was; I shot my arrow, my first shot, wild I think, and ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I waited for something for weeks, for more than weeks. I couldn't answer questions. I<br>thought I saw her a few times, later. I never went back until I was sixteen, almost, and<br>nothing was there but I only stayed for a minute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Torgersen">Eric Torgersen</a><div class=q>
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I moved first and it left me. I ran home to think.

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