Twelve men broke loose in seventy-three from millhaven maximum security twelve pictures lined up across the front page
Seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage the chief told the people they had nothing to fear said, «the last thing they
Wanna do, is hang around here» they mostly came from towns with long french names but one of the dozen was a hometown
Shame
Same pattern on the table same clock on the wall been one seat empty, eighteen years in all freezing slow time, away from the