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I have been to meetings at Number Six’s office. Number Six has been at my home. I have met Number Six’s spouse. Number Six regularly attended the monthly dinners and board meetings. Yet I drew a blank. A big blank. Yes, I could have looked up the name; it would have been simple — I manage the groups’ website and …

What Was It I Was Saying?
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Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle

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Seniors
Nonfiction
Aging
Memory Loss

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Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

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There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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