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By Michael Wayne Hunter “Here they come,” Cliff, my cellie, said. Guards flooded into our housing…
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By Michael Wayne Hunter “Here they come,” Cliff, my cellie, said. Guards flooded into our housing…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “One day you’ll slip,” Woody shouted at a guard up high, manning…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
