Days Gone (Deacon St. John)
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At times this will be a fast moving story and others I will focus much more on certain things
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Tucker on the radio "Deacon St. John come in"
"What do you want Tuck"
Tucker " I have a job for you"
Deacon scoffed " What is it"
Silence hit the radio and Deacon sighed riding his bike to the camp
Tucker was talking to the people at the gates as Deacon rolled up
"Deacon come on in ill tell you about the job"
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