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... stone prison cell. The walls were worn, and the door was aged wood with heavy iron bands. I was literally wearing a potato sack. A dark wooden bowl of potato soup had steam rising from it near a stone slab that was my bed. I was not hungry, though. It was my second day of residence. How did I get here?
My nephew decided to have a shotgun wedding in South Dakota…in January. His high school girlfriend was pregnant, and her father was insisting on it. I decided to drive out from North Carol ...
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