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Cursed and Broken

William Weasley
29 November 1970
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Bill leaned a hip against the porch railing and took another pull from his beer. "Not sure how you found me, frankly I don't care. Whatever you want to know, I'm not tellin'."

He gave the female reporter a hungry look and she nervously glance from his face to the pale outline of the nearly full moon in the pre-dusk sky. Bill offered a toothy, menacing smile. "Do yourself a favor and go home. You don't want me to be here when I finish my beer."


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