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Prompt #1: Who Are You?
Who am I?
I'm the guy filling boots that at one time I thought I wasn't worthy to spit-shine.
I'm the last line of sensibility for two boys that are too much like their father, in both the good ways and the bad.
I'm the guy who just cut your beer with holy water. Just in case.
To most of you, I'm the proprietor of Singer Salvage Yard. I scrap and salvage as a regular living, because what I really do doesn't ever do anything but cost ya. I know more about hunting and the like than I wish I did, but somebody has to deal with this crap, and better me than someone who'll just screw it up.
My name is Bobby Singer, and I'm a hunter. And if you have to ask what I hunt, you don't want to know.
Trust me.
I'm the guy filling boots that at one time I thought I wasn't worthy to spit-shine.
I'm the last line of sensibility for two boys that are too much like their father, in both the good ways and the bad.
I'm the guy who just cut your beer with holy water. Just in case.
To most of you, I'm the proprietor of Singer Salvage Yard. I scrap and salvage as a regular living, because what I really do doesn't ever do anything but cost ya. I know more about hunting and the like than I wish I did, but somebody has to deal with this crap, and better me than someone who'll just screw it up.
My name is Bobby Singer, and I'm a hunter. And if you have to ask what I hunt, you don't want to know.
Trust me.