We’re heading out the church door when she asks me the question. “Got your moose?” Wish you could’ve been there. Seen the other lady’s face. ‘Cuz her eyes pop wide. Eyebrows hit the ceiling. Jaw hits the floor. (Shock.) Oh yeah, I got my moose, thank you very much. All four pounds of the seven-hundred-seventy….
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