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Charles Yager
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It was a cold, Sunday morning. The air was thick and resembled milk spilled over a grey cloth.
Another day where his dad went to church and sent him off to deliver papers. He was too young, only 10 and in a seedy neighborhood. He was always bait for older men, slow driving cars and gangs.
First door He thought. Charles knocked on the door, waiting for something to happen.
Another day where his dad went to church and sent him off to deliver papers. He was too young, only 10 and in a seedy neighborhood. He was always bait for older men, slow driving cars and gangs.
First door He thought. Charles knocked on the door, waiting for something to happen.