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shred of mercy for my son vanished. He was not a victim. He was a volunteer. I closed the window. I went to my room. I laid out my clothes for the morning, my suit, my tie, and the checkbook. I opened the checkbook.
I wrote a check. Pay to the order of the Westside Orphanage. Amount all remaining assets. I tore the check out and put it in my inside continue reading …
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