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beth-mann's picture
Jan.27.2012
A final blow to the head and he was out cold, face down, glistening drool seeping from his cracked, nicotine-stained lips. And I was the one who did it. I warned him that I would. That I could. But he didn't listen. He should have. When we arrived at the hot springs in the Nevada desert...