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- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jul 18, 2013
I grasped my brother's near cold hand in his hospital bed. How could I afford his medications? I don't want him to die. A few men in suits piled into the room, holding heavy files and important papers. They then offered me a job that could more than easily pay for my brother's health. All I had to do, was work for Tomlinson.All Rights Reserved
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