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Diesel’s Dark Past
“I was born in a small town called Waynesboro, and like most kids there I dreamed of escape.” I sighed. It was rare for me to travel down memory lane, but if Sanitago and I were to fool the feds, I had to.
“Why did you want to escape?” Santiago stood up from the table and got back in bed.
“There wasn’t much there. My parents had a small farm, and Dad worked for a Dupont factory that eventually shut down. In fact, it seemed like almost every decent employer in the area shut down around the same time. We grew apples, and had a few chickens. The farm had been in Dad’s family for generations, but it never made enough money for us to live on.” I said, then got up from the table and curled up on the beige sofa across from the bed.
“I worked on my grandparents' cattle
