Fiction | June 01, 1985

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We stood in front of the Springers’ house, Gary Erickson with his his four-ten, Henry Forrester with a Luger, and me with a 30.06.  We were pointing our guns at two burglars holding Ted and Mary Springers’ television set, ready to load it into the back of their van.

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