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That’s when I realized that I was trapped. Booby-trapped, even. If I tried to run, my pancaked breast would rip from my chest. If that happened surely Hannah woul…
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John Werth
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Musician and conductor, repairer of woodwinds, owner of dogs, band director, lapsed mathematician, and scribbler of thoughts on humor, politics or both at once.
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