Part Nine: Sinner Like Me

A sick kid threw off my writing schedule yesterday, andtoday wonky internet service has me running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I mean, how is itthat Mr. A’s laptop gets internet and is working fine,and mine doesn’t? Don’t make no kind of sense.

All right. Here you go. The end is near.

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Part Nine: SINNER LIKE ME

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Once Kane fell asleep, Syren crept downstairs for a cool drink. He paused in the living room. Mateo and Tommy were curled around each other, Mateo’s head on Tommy’s...