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The college crowd stumbles in and out of drunkenness. Autumn wind pushes the drunkest to one side of the lawn and then back to the other side. The girls begin to make their passes at the boys. The boys knock over bottles with their denim erections.
"Happy Birthday," they yell and toast for the fifth time. Nobody cares for this celebration of birth, the years, the past; they only care for another hard swallow of alcohol; just the weekend's hunt for the opposite sex to devour.
Darkness slowly sets upon everyone's face.
the doe looks back at the deer