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And then the bucks said, “You want the stile THERE?”

“We want it HERE.”

And so we moved it. Because they were pulling down the fence and jumping over. Over and over. Same spot. Because THEY WANTED IT THERE. They want their stile handy to their buck house.
Okay.
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