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“That day the explosion took Abe and left Savage in his place. Gone is the laid back man who would talk for hours about the woman he left behind. He always said he’d marry her when he was back stateside. Now we can’t say her name without him getting up and leaving the room.”

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Pulling Her Trigger

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