I thought for a moment . . . I'll gut her. I'd seen it done
on the only occasion my father had actually shot a deer (a doe by the way). And
I think I could successfully remove all of Gloria's organs reducing the weight
immensely. But what then? I looked down at the small white garbage bags I
had tried to stuff Gloria's feet in earlier. They only reached her shins. Hmmm,
an idea! First I needed a test . . .
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