Bill's Parker for Monday, May 11, 2015

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Monday, May 11, 2015

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Jaena shifted her eyes. She heard rustling in the woods at the edge of the meadow. And then he appeared. A huge monstrous man. From afar his dark hair looked like he cut it himself with a razor. He was wearing a blue work shirt, white corduroys, and high black cowboy boots. t THE MONDAY POST R A)... Sign in to see full entry.

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