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October 04, 2020
Indian Hill
I miss growing up in Indian Hill, Ohio. A community that protected its own. If I were driving around at 17 and the local cops stopped me, this:
“Why it’s Dan Hull. John Hull’s eldest. Got any beer, dope or cocaine there in your Daddy’s car?”
“No, sir.”
“Would you like some?”
Posted by JD Hull at October 4, 2020 11:07 AM