“these ferns here that he could see. And he said he…” — Small Town Murder at 1:57:01
“these ferns here that he could see. And he said he couldn't see what it was. He couldn't make it out. So he approaches the ferns and the odor is getting worse and worse and worse. He now believed that someone probably poached a deer and gutted it out here and left the guts under some ferns so nobody would see because…”
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