Unraveling the Chaos: Clarence Wall’s Shocking Journey Through a Turbulent Childhood
There were no bars; no, just a hard, metal door with a thin rectangular pane of reinforced glass, through which those paid to watch over him, could peer in.
“Yes,” he told himself. He was locked up.
“But how did it happen?” he asked himself, and then began to recall some of the events. of the previous day that had culminated in him being where he was.
The narrow highway was clear—in both directions, no traffic in sight, or at least that was what his senses had told him. So, he made the turn and was now traveling in the opposite direction when he felt the impact of something striking the front passenger side of his vehicle.
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