‘You’d do the same. . Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. ‘Let’s see now. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer.
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