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... War II had broken out. The economy was bleak, there wasn't much money to be made for the general public.
An 18-year-old boy named Chris Rogers was walking down a poor neighborhood street, carrying a sack on his back. He looked somewhat muscular, but not very tall, and had a gentle demeanor.
Chris arrived at a small two-story house - it was tiny, but still adequate. He unlocked the door. After a long day, he was finally home.
The house was not gloomy but illuminated by ene ...
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