Tommy chewed the asphalt of I-93 Northbound under the truck’s wide tires. He had war songs on the CD player - good, honest punk rock. It was a short hop from Charlestown to Medford, where The Blogger had directed them, but he checked his kit a hundred times as he went ...READ 'WORKING CLASS PALADIN' CHAPTER 8 NOW!
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