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The Confessor of Littlefield

The Confessor of Littlefield by R.J. Hoffman My language creates itself. It is reason. My intellect controls through my will

A few months passed before Bill saw Clara pull into the salvage yard again. She had a friend from Chicago

A Drive In Theater was erected across the street from the salvage yard in the Spring of 1948, the same

This installment is 5000 words, more than twice the avg. of the prior installments. When I read this back the

She pretends to see me but when she hears me I see anxiety in her skin Does my impression