“Paw! We shook hands with the “bad man”! We have to wash our hands!”
We went to the nearest restrooms where others were waiting. Fast forward nine hours later, I sensed her sadness.
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He was a soldier of Vietnam and went out into the fields of “Agent Orange” for two to three weeks. Others were with him to disburse the payroll checks to others. That’s a fine job for someone who broke his own little girl’s soul. And in return he gets full disability from the American government. But “God” is not sleeping. For this “bad man” will not live much longer with cancer in his lungs. Through his red-faced demeanor, I know the true story.
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