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Old January 11, 2010, 08:46 PM   #27
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Join Date: January 11, 2010
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When i was about 8 years old my best friend and I were picking blackberrys in the field down from his house. We picked blackberrys to sell to his grandma, who would then make us blackberry cobbler. What a deal. Anyways I digress. Back to topic. As we were walking thru a field getting to our patch. Next thing we know we see several rounds impact the ground and throw dirt in the air, and heard crack of the rounds going off. We were scared poopless turned tail and ran all the way back to the house. We later found out that on top of the hill was a meeting place for some KKK. Dont know if it was because my best friend is black or if we got too close. Anyways we were so scared we never told anyone till many years later.
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