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Created page with "June 5th, 1999. The day I got murdered. But, let’s jump back a few days. I was living on the streets. Crying, begging for a job. Then, one man was walking by, and he saw me. “You need a job, correct?” The man asked, almost surprised I didn’t have a job. “Yes, any job will do.” I said. “Here, have the night shift at my gas station, Gas&Go.” “Thank you sir.” I said, looking relaxed. He didn’t respond back. A few days later, on June 5th, I began my wor..."
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