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the continuing saga of … THE BEAST OF BERWYN Gunshots! Screaming! You quickly save the draft of your squirrel saliva diatribe, and slide out of your den and into your fuzzy bunny slippers, muscles tensed like an industrial-grade spring. You cautiously open your front door and slip into the dark night. BANG! BANG! BANG! Muzzle … Continue reading →