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I'm telling you, back in those Wendover days, it wasn't that hard to get it out of me.
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Radio From Hell (August 31, 2006)

 

Bill Allred

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He stood with his back angled to the wall. To an indifferent observer he was simply in idle conversation, but it wasn't like that at all. This was an instinctive gesture of survival, being in constant readiness for an attack. His head didn't turn and his eyes didn't seem to move, but I knew he saw us. I could feel the hackles on the back of my neck stiffening and I knew he felt the same way.
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