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The First Five Years. That’s what the diner guy said. I mean, he was a bit seedy looking, and he had a gross mustard stain on the belly of his shirt, but what did I have to lose? So here I am at the bookstore looking up this random title. Ok, here it is! Wait a minute. This little girl on the cover kind of looks like I did- but only kind of- when I was small. I check out at the counter with a young boy of about seventeen. He’s got shoulder-length wavy brown hair and a mouth full of braces. I think he’s the owner’s nephew or somet...
In the eyes of Seventh County, and to anyone that mattered, Miles Richard Morris was a cold-blooded murderer. There, dressed in a dingy white hospital gown, shackled to his gurney, Miles stared at the cork ceiling tiles and wondered what went wrong. He imagined no scenario where he didn’t push a beast of a man off of his mother while she begged for her dignity. How could he foresee the officer’s untimely demise? A single tear trickled its way from the side of his eye and pooled in his ear, but rage refused to let him cry. He adjusted...
I am Essence Morton, and I am the Prophet’s child. I was born in a hovel behind the warehouse district of Bottom Lake, Michigan, seventeen years ago. My mother was a junkie who sold me to my parents for a thousand dollars. She took the money and bought herself an overdose. My father was a pimp and a pusher, born and raised in Bottom Lake. They called him the Prophet because of his eloquent speech, and because he always k...
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