Jason Sands

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They were taking me to the south. Many of the prisoners were caught after the train was blown up but I was not. I came with these.” “I found her hidden in the rocks,” the gypsy said. “It was when we were leaving. Man, but this one was ugly. We took her along but many times I thought we would have to leave her.”
For Whom the Bell Tolls
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