>In the winter
>a man walks out of the trees
>sets down his gun
>pulls down his zipper
>and leaves a vibrant yellow on the fresh snow
>
>he does up his zipper
>picks up his gun
>and continues to walk through the woods
>he comes to a line of tracks
>slowly he begins to follow them
>he walks for an hour,
>following the tracks carefully,
>and arrives back to where he began.
>
>beside his footprints,
>and the tracks
>is now another set of tracks,
>he carefully follows them
>watching carefully for direction,
>after half an hour he turns around
>raises his gun
>and shoots me.
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