Prologue

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1979 the start of Fall; Wednesday, Sept.12th

Hilltop Missouri wasn't known for much— actually, it wasn't very known at all. A small population of a few 600 people was all it had to offer. Small family-owned stores and restaurants filled up every corner, the city was no different— everyone knew everyone, and even if you didn't know them, they sure as hell knew you.

Hilltop was one of those places people go to to cease existing or to pretend like they did. Hilltop was for the runaway child with nowhere to go, the poor drunken bastard whose family shoved them out instead of getting them help, the fleeting father who just wanted to disappear from his child's life, the mom who never noticed her kid was missing, the sibling who was too caught in their relationship to see the sign.

Yeah, Hilltop was a real paradise inside of a real shit show and everyone was keeping the energy of what it means to be a 'hilltopper' alive.

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