Albert Riehle

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He was a pussy, and I knew it. Somewhere deep down he knew it too. When he was alone, I reckon it came to him, and he stewed on it awhile. A man can’t hide that type of softness about himself no matter how hard he tries. Sometime or another, it’s going to eat at him.
Where All Light Tends to Go
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