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E.B. Johnson

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May 2018

1954 (Part V)

“Poor little boy,” an icy voice whispered. “Poor little boy whose mommy doesn’t love him...”

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1954 (Part IV)

The last thing Chief knew was a blast of heat and the sound of his mother’s voice as darkness overcame him. 'We’re dead', he thought...

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