CHANNILLO
Chapter Twenty-Five (4)
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Was I seasick or simply enervated because of guilt? I lay back on the bed and fell into a fitful slumber with dreams of Mallie and Anna Marie and my mother flooding my subconsciousness. Sometimes those images would be pushed aside by the dead, tormenting faces of Nate Bledsoe and his mother, both of whom I had shot. When I finally awoke several hours lat...
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