There once lived a man with a vey special gift. He spoke a language understood by no man. He could talk to bullets. He could talk them right out of the air. He feared no gunman, but on the 7th of December 1949 he was stabbed to death by a mugger in a deserted alley in New Orleans. You just can’t get through to knives.

Julie, Gillingham.

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