How I first earned the name "machine gun Karrie"

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Basically, while in 10th grade doing environmental research in a river, I stumbled upon a stolen WWI machine gun. My 15 minutes of fame, used up when I was 15.
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Samantha Gianulis said…
kind of like how gollum found the ring of power.
November 19, 2009 at 12:28 PM
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