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By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hey, Mike,” Golden, an Education Clerk, called. Walking across the soccer field,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hey, Mike,” Golden, an Education Clerk, called. Walking across the soccer field,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Thomas Bartlett Whitaker The following is a true story…. Roughly 300 kilometers north of the…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)
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)
