Some friend called us..."Do you want a goose?"
My love make the goose ready to eat...but I just can't eat a goose. When I see the bullet stuck in the meat, I decide no more goose for me. I'm sorry darling. You did a good job, but for me no lovely goose. And yes I feel myself a little bit quilty...but now I now that meat from the wild is nothing for me. I've try 3,4 times to eat wild meat but every time I cant eat it. So this was the last time for me...from now on just vegetarian food...maybe.
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