I feel sorry for the little girl who showed up on our doorstep seeking donations for the Terry Fox Run. I suppose that wielding a giant knife with hands covered in blood isn't the best way to answer a door, but hey! I was cutting up moose meat! The look of terror on her face: priceless!
I asked her to come back in an hour.
She hasn't shown. Poor kid.
Probably traumatized for life.
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