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"It so happens I'm fattening up for the harsh winter just around the corner ... Tell me Chubby Cheeks, ... What's your excuse ?"
That hurt, but I had to admit, the late night poacher had a point. I said no more and shuffled off to bed shaking my head and mumbling ... "Just my luck, a talking Racoon and a sm@rt@ss to boot".
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