It was a grey cloudy morning. Rain cascaded down upon us; thunder shook the ground beneath us. It was as if God himself cried, and howled and moaned at the atrocities of the world. And there we were. We four, we brave four, against the world.
Saturday morning in Coppell, Texas was not like any other morning in any other suburb of any other
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