Shreveport was balmy and wet in the Spring time, it always soaked you to the bone when it was like this. Len grunted at the red light as he waited impatiently in his Jeep for it to turn to green. Market street was always busy at five pm with the rush hour craziness of people on a war path to get home.
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What is it like to co-author something? I've done it a few times but only with two people. One was my brother from another mother, Todd Evans (Hey now Texas…
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