Back when I was five, my mother's father(referred to by some as "Brother Roy",some as "rimer", but most refer to him as "Paw-paw") used to take me into the woods to play. We'd look for arrowheads, he'd teach me about dangerous plants, he'd let me play in a giant pile of sawdust. Every time I would visit, he'd have something new for me. It may
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