Red Deer, 3. Red Deer

"She's not wearing anything down there, I could see her cunt breathing!"

At least that's what he said, he ran to me with those words, just fer a second ahead of the other boys just to see my face, then ran back beneath the scaffolds where others still held his gaping spot fer him beneath the planks, burrowing again beneath her warm sprawl. Where her nude hips still reigned and breathed.

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I must say kid, I don't really remember if she was naked as I said, all naked like that, like I said, in that way.
But as ye and ye boys see, it's all grandpa's mind could see, all I could see these days, or whenever- what's been branded in his fraying brain.

That's why...
That's why kids, I apologize again, that I kept calling out her name these nights. I guess- as ye said, maybe that's why I chased after that red hair lass yer age all over the town last week, calling her by that name, that same...name. I'm sorry boys, I thought she was...her. Sorry if ye all wanted that lass, fer ruining it bad fer ye. And its right ye stopped me chasin'  I slap me head now because that's how much I'm sorry, yes?

I could- I could remember things again, and...now I know I haven't been...myself, ye'd already explained that plenty to me. I don't know how long...this will last, before I fancy meself a much younger, stupider man again. Or before I start to loose things again. So I will say what ye wanted me to say- as much of it ye can get. Eeegh, damn skull. Still can't remember me age, lads, just...things everywhere, littered in me head, some make sense, some familiar. Others, I know that I know, but don't much reckon, though I know I should know.

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Well, the girl, the one with the name...that I remember- she's still something I see. I never forgot her.
She's my sitter, that one, I drank from her bosoms. Then she taught me sweet words.
She's what I've seen my whole life, and she's been with me ye see, in my soul, before all of ye were born, and there when all of ye knew me.
ye just didn't know. She's in my head before and when- yer grandmother- God rest her soul, knew me, and she's in my head before I raised yer father, and before he met yer damned mother.

Oh- she's dead, yer mother?
Well. That's one good thing my condition brings doesn't it? Must've forgot. Well, now I- can try to forget her forever.
Oh don't glower lads. Ye all know what she was, be fuckin' honest- I see in yer face now she must have tried her best (hehe, her worst) on each one of ye before she kicked it. Screamin-, judgin-, getting offended by words, starting shite- throwing fits, suing me fer me own house, shite, bet she'd wanted to sue folks fer making her feel fat, then gave her coins. Well damn her- and all her bacon- bits.

See? We can laugh again now she's gone.
Eeegh, well, Just truth now.
Properly

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Her red hair...
She's my sitter, that one, I drank from her bosoms. Then she taught me sweet words.
No she was not born bad, she just...kind of found herself there-''