I Bled for His Child, He Buried My Brother

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uly wants: answers about his parents." And

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our hidden valley, down towards the sprawli

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mile, looked me up and down. My worn bucks

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fraction. She spo

the massive o

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en in dark suits stepped in. They

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was cold.

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