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Bikers were as split as Baptists. All the same, but different.
want to die peacefully in my sleep like Grandpa. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
She led her soldiers well.
We can’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.”
Billy was a hardscrabble country boy, maybe forty years old, lean and furtive, like a fox and a squirrel had a kid,
