Listen closely, maggot, I growled, Boot camp starts now
The beige colonial on Maplewood Drive was a masterpiece of suburban camouflage, a house designed to blend into the quiet desperation of a Tuesday afternoon. To any casual observer, it was a picture of domestic stability. To me, it was a mission objective. I sat in my truck for a long minute, my hands fused…
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