Thursday, December 18, 2003
The rain was beating, beating, beating on the windshield. Blood poured down the face of the innocent victim that was seated in an awkward position in front of his steering wheel. The rain was unheard to this man who would never see his thirty-third birthday. Thirty two was too young to die.


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