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May 6, 2007
He had been a small man with brown hair who usually smelled like the sweat of a man who worked an honest days work.

He had been a quiet man, not prone to making a scene over things, even if it was worth a scene .

That changed when he woke in his shallow grave to find his arm missing. Even then it would not have been too big a deal if it hadnít been his right arm. He was right handed, and at his advanced age and quickly decomposing condition he wasnít ready to learn how to be a lefty.