We were fourteen and on the move of his family farm's twisting hillside cowpaths with borrowed shotguns and no plans when the flock of geese announced their arrival and I shot my first shot ever with no aim at all, just pointing to the sky and pulling the trigger, and watching something once alive falling from the sky, my gut clenched tight as my friend shouted, and later, plucking the feathers and chewing the rangy meat I regretted every moment I became that hunter
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