A calm came over the west when the sun set and the hunters had turned in their pelts in trade for the gold. Supper was near and free loaves of bread had gone completely stale in my eyes. Credulous? Possibly. Ludicrous? Put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't have any money to participate in the stick up. Get on your knees and say your prayers, stranger. This is a stick up.
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