I Walked Out Of Prison After 27 Years And This Little Girl Was Waiting For Me

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Dale.

I looked down the road in the direction she’d pointed. About four hundred yards. Sure enough, behind a stand of pines, there was a white pickup truck. I could just make out the silhouette of a man behind the wheel.

He was waiting to see what I’d do.

He was probably waiting to see if I’d take her or leave her. If I left her, he’d scoop her up continue reading …