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In the light and the sky,
Sometimes you can't see them,
But we all know they are there,
Some of them are in your mind,
Some at weirdest places,
They let you see everything,
Of old memories that had past,
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The NEW SITUATION
I completed my first week at the service station laboring through menial tasks in the scorching Oklahoma sun where nightfall seemed distant, teasing, and out of reach. I honestly detested my new found job, but at the end of the week, Clinton reluctantly revealed both of his secrets to me, and I ended up escorting him on a dangerous journey across the Red River to Texas. We both needed the money that this mission would bring.
Looking back over it, I should have seen the warning signs. But, when you’re only twenty-one, and male at that, you think you’re invincible. If I could go back and do it over again, and change a few things, would I? Of course not! I did the right thing. I made the right choice… even though it cost me my life.
When I arrived home from my first night at the service station, Mama grew extremely overjoyed when I told her the news of my sudden employment. In celebration s
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Today I started reading a biography about Roy Cohn, and it said something like several people believed he had an affair with Joe McCarthy, but there is no evidence to support this. I also took the rumors that Roy and Hoover would attend orgies at The Plaza Hotel, and created this short little story. Warning: the last part can get graphic.)
Parings: Hoover/Tolson & McCarthy/Cohn
Place: Hoover and Tolson's house in Washington
"Your bedroom is upstairs next to ours."
Roy placed his two suitcases on the tiled foyer floor and gazed up the stairs. Edgar and Clyde stood silently by the front door. Outside, he could hear Joe's limo as it rambled down the street. An eerie sensation filled the air as he was dropped off. Joe couldn't stay, not even for a minute. He had to be at work. Roy had been sent to live, against his wishes, with Edgar and Clyde until this whole thing blew over. He couldn't stay at his mother's house in New York; it wasn't safe. He co