In a little frame shack, near Dallas' St. Matthews' Cathedral, a group of teen-aged boys sat cross-legged on a wrestling mat, listening to an Episcopal priest. His language was not out of the King James Version. "Now, I don't want any of you lugs referrin' to Benny as a murderer. I know his story. Got it from the D.A. Now, he's gonna tell it to the Gremlin Court." Benny folded his arms and told the Gremlins his tale. After an hour and a half of questions from the court, Benny passed the stiff admittance...
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