A poem.
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Continue ReadingI turn off Blain Highway and onto State Route 772, the winding road taking me around hills and through places not big enough to call towns with names like Buchanan and Nipgen.
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Continue ReadingWhat I am today that I owe entirely to my grandma.
Continue ReadingUnedited chapter five being transfered to a adult prision as a youth.
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