“What is, is,” said the handsome, young black man as we walked side-by-side up the endless, winding hall; a hall that led from the freezing, windowless dungeon-level visiting cubicles to the warm, bright, spacious upstairs lobby. 731 more words
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So… What did you think of that story…
Valentine’s Day for a serial killer?
Pretty crazy right?
Well, how about a little more to add to the intrigue of all that… 116 more words