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When I was kid growing up my mother use to smoke cigarette butts she found. The phone we had was a pay phone a 1/2 mile away. Pinto beans was the meal of the day almost everyday it seemed. We had a neighbor that had a few chickens. I borrowed my cousins .22 rifle one day. I sat outside the house and waited. Some of chickens were running up and down the dirt road by our shack and I shot one. Brought it into my mom and told her chicken tonight mom. No more beans for a few days thank god.
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