by Jackson Ferrell
The jail cell felt tiny to a tall man like Chris. He knew he could cut his way out, but that wouldn't be right. Dr. Schaffer always talked about being held to a higher standard…
He looked down at the pewter cross around his neck, sighed. Spoke.
"Well, Jesus, looks like I fucked up again."
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Still Just a Child
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