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It's dusk. I'm crouched in the grass, right hand holding a bloody knife, left hand supporting the chin of the deer who's throat I just slit. Left knee braced against the doe's shoulder, stretching her neck so she'll bleed out faster. All quiet, if not exactly peaceful.

A mini-van, driven by a pleasant looking, middle-aged lady in lawyer's-office-style casual suit pulls up. The lady very politely asks if everything's ok, or if I need some help, and we have a brief chat about living in the country and deer and animals in general. The whole time, I'm still crouched on the doe.

Does anybody else have these totally weird moments where civilized life randomly overlaps with the necessary macabre?
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