![]() The previous hour had passed in a blur any Zoloft addict could appreciate. I want to talk to each of you separately. Yes, I want everyone in the house outside. No, we are not here to talk about your eldest daughter being so sick that she’s in the hospital, although that is awful. Yes, of course you can pick up the crying baby. ![]() I was standing in the main room of the house with Sonic – a young terp with a propensity to spike his hair - explaining to the mother why we were there. Easy, lady! Put down the broom and come outside.” Nothing here but the mom, the teenage daughter, a younger kid and a baby, and a crazy-ass grandma who won’t stop giving me the evil eye. “We got nothing, LT.” SSG Boondock’s voice ricocheted around the thin walls of the Iraqi hut we had raided in the dead of the night.
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