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It
was
a
strange
feeling,
holding
the
rifle.
It
somehow
removed
him
from
everything
around
him.
Without
the
rifle
he
had
to
fit
in,
to
be
part
of
it
all,
to
understand
it
and
use
it
-
the
woods,
all
of
it.
With
the
rifle,
suddenly,
he
didn't
have
to
know,
did
not
have
to
be
afraid
or
understand.
He
didn't
have
to
get
close
to
a
foolbird
to
kill
it
-
didn't
have
to
know
how
it
would
stand
if
he
didn't
look
at
it
and
moved
off
to
the
side.
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