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Attempt A New Life

by Betsy Siemsen

Her gun came up and pointed steadily.
You can’t accept your condition and attempt a new life.
Attend me carefully; the subject is dense.
Fascinated, he began an eye search for habitations.
He will be as pleased as the Zard.
He had taken death before he would deal it Jommy Cross frowned.

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