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Are you kidding me?

John’s knees went weak. “A… a bear?” he stammered, almost laughing from disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” Mark’s voice stayed calm but serious. “I wish I was. But brown bears do this, John. Before winter hits, they look for places to rest and stash food. Normally, they stick to the wild. But every now and then…” He trailed off. The silence said it all. This wasn’t just rare. It was dangerous—and it was happening now.
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