Billy Showalter
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Denver Colorado, 1978.
It was a bright warm spring day. The sun glistening through your window. You were sitting on your bed, doing homework that was going to be due this upcoming Monday. Just then, you saw a sudden swish from the corner of your eye through the window. You thought nothing of it until you heard your doorbell ring. You immediately rush downstairs. Your mom got to the door before you. You look to see who it was. It was your best friend, Billy.
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