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Draft Day

Draft Day

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Aug 7, 2015
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Action and Thriller
In a world where money no longer exists there was this young man named William Johnson, but everyone called him Will. He was 19 years young and built like a mule from working on his father's farm since he was nine. He had dark brown hair that came down to the bridge of his nose always rough looking and usually dripping with sweat. Will stood six foot and four inches tall with his black cowboy boots on. He always wore faded jeans with two or more holes torn in them. He had his black leather belt with a belt buckle his dad had give him before the accident. Will always wore that buckle every where he went. It was his most precious possession he had of his fathers. Will was walking along the wooden fence line with his Golden Retriever that he called Hunter. Hunter was as loyal as could be, always by Wills side. They started walking up the hill from the fence to their old wooden house.
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