Bootlegger's Errand
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William Sadler, seated in his car outside the courthouse, is fueling a slow burn. "I have become a puppet. But she's just flat-out wrong, and I will not sit still and hear another word. This is my life and my home and she won't impose her will this time!"What Sadler cannot see - and could not possibly foresee - are the myriad puppet strings soon to pull and tug and restrain him as he embarks on the Bootlegger's Errand.
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William Sadler, seated in his car outside the courthouse, is fueling a slow burn. "I have become a puppet. But she's just flat-out wrong, and I will not sit still and hear another word. This is my life and my home and she won't impose her will this time!"What Sadler cannot see - and could not possibly foresee - are the myriad puppet strings soon to pull and tug and restrain him as he embarks on the Bootlegger's Errand.
William Sadler, seated in his car outside the courthouse, is fueling a slow burn. "I have become a puppet. But she's just flat-out wrong, and I will not sit still and hear another word. This is my life and my home and she won't impose her will this time!"What Sadler cannot see - and could not possibly foresee - are the myriad puppet strings soon to pull and tug and restrain him as he embarks on the Bootlegger's Errand.