I was with my dad, who was not my real dad, but a backwater, skinny, yokel-type, a la Deliverance, by the water on the bayou. there was a jetty-like beaver dam thing that we walked out onto. he was explaining to me techniques on how to hide dead bodies. he killed people all the time, apparently you have to if you're a mountain man. he weighed the
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