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 A WHITELEY PRESS BOOKCopyright © 2012 by Jennifer Bectonhttp://www.jwbecton.com 
 
 
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The course of his life had already been set
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written on his soul as if chiseled in cold, hardstone
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and that meant that the bodies would never quit coming.
He’d never be able to stop them.
 Resigned to his fate, the man in the baseball cap paused only for a moment to look into thenight sky. The oppressive heat of summer had finally begun to taper off, but fall had not yetarrived. During this in-between time, reality seemed suspended somehow
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not quite summer,not quite fall
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and he felt nothing, neither anger nor pleasure, as he undertook his task.He simply pushed the limp, lifeless body onward to its final destination.It was what he must do.
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