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	<title>Comments on: I Killed A Squirrel</title>
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		<title>By: Phillip</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2005 12:23:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I killed a squirrel in the same manner a few years ago.  I was driving down a road out in the country, and the little bugger darted in front of the car before I could do anything --- I mean, I suppose in that split second of could have tried something, but what are you gonna do?  In that split second, however, I did think, "Don't move." But what I should have thought is, "Put your head down," because when I looked in the rear view mirror, there he was middle of the road, not moving.  "Shit." I stopped the car, turned around, and drove up slowly in the other lane.  Yeah, he was dead.  Freshly dead.  No guts poking out, just a big cut on his head.  "Aw, man."  I know, big deal, it's just a squirrel.  But I felt a genuine pang of saddness looking at that dead squirrel... Stupid squirrels.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I killed a squirrel in the same manner a few years ago.  I was driving down a road out in the country, and the little bugger darted in front of the car before I could do anything &#8212; I mean, I suppose in that split second of could have tried something, but what are you gonna do?  In that split second, however, I did think, &#8220;Don&#8217;t move.&#8221; But what I should have thought is, &#8220;Put your head down,&#8221; because when I looked in the rear view mirror, there he was middle of the road, not moving.  &#8220;Shit.&#8221; I stopped the car, turned around, and drove up slowly in the other lane.  Yeah, he was dead.  Freshly dead.  No guts poking out, just a big cut on his head.  &#8220;Aw, man.&#8221;  I know, big deal, it&#8217;s just a squirrel.  But I felt a genuine pang of saddness looking at that dead squirrel&#8230; Stupid squirrels.</p>
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