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preach religion here!”
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hot back. “So which is worse?”
worn
d man moaned. “Said it must’a been her fault. If only she’da
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ended not to notice and
“Truth is, I just wanted to go on bein’ good ol’
er could git sued.
popular with everybody in
Coach Miller who never makes waves and stays
cost me not
this school. Sure I was a Christian. Sure I ‘loved Jesus’. So long as it
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w yesterday
just found out Betty’s mama is my daddy’s second cousin
atives, but I
“It sure does tear me up,” the coach choked. “I
, twice removed.
blood, would I have stopped buryin’ my head in the s
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owed his head. At length he continued: “Betty’s mama is under
asked me to announce that legal
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. Mr. Bigelow has
all perpetrators of her wrongful death...and,” he e
and guardians of
for criminal negligenc
yed the principal, “against Yellow Valley High
“
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tupid redneck!”
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kies who owe him a little favor. Dead witnesses don’t talk.”
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n the throes of spiritual crisis. His face turned heavenward.
the ambulance took Betty away, I d
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o
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s
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avement. After
parents let me in to see her, just before she passed o
e miracle, her
s
o
f
t
l
“
y
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f
i
a
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.
.
But at least I led her to Christ,” the coach
last.
ght there in that hospital room, just before she breathed her
let Him
I j
u
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.’
tty, I love you. Please forgive me. Jesus loves you. Please
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