Was not the point, drawing blood, watching life ebb, pulse by pulse. No, that wasn't it at all.
Neither was feeding the family-not my job, for sure. Dad and Mom made us kids, only right they fed us.
And the whole skinning and gutting thing, well, that waseenough to make your skin crawl.
Truly, though, the attraction was more than just being good-really good-at something for a change.
The lure of my little peashooter was in its gift to me, in the way only it could make me feel.
Powerful
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