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Dearest the widow Taya,
I have a confession. They did not hip-throw-me twice. They rolled me once, dragged me to the dead water of Martinez, California, then hip-tossed me into the surf. It was not chest deep but I was dazed when they throttled the baby in inches of water. Wah, I am a baby when they throttled up. I think it was to put some respect in me. They were correct to do it.
Robert L. Black
Post-Script: It’s in the game! Mine …?