Dear Recovery
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Last published Sun, Mar 17, 2019
"I-I don't know-w what happened, he took an axe to the door, he h-had a pistol in hand, a-and-and then, he talked to my m-mother, m-my grandmother, a-and my f-father. H-he turned to me a-and smiled."
"Ma'am? What truly happened on 1623 Woodward Drive?"
"He shot them."
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