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by spiderxxxx
864 days ago
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My great grandad was a pig farmer, until one day he had cut his hand or something, the pigs upon smelling blood felt like they wanted a taste of him, and he ended up climbing a tree until the neighbors found him and were able to get him out of there. After that he grew peaches, sold off all the pigs. |
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