Prologue

I've tried electro-shock therapy, I've tried drinking the memories away, I've even immersed myself with the help of narcotics and jazz to put my mind into a state of ease; but I think I finally have to come to terms with the fact that I, Jaw Henry Jenningston, killed my brother during WWII.

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New installments of Meeting Frank Sinatra will be uploaded/published as soon as I am done with Hearing Our Echoes. I have deleted the old rough draft of Meeting Frank Sinatra and have written this snippet of juicy goodness for you guys to hold you over (maybe) until some new material for Meeting Frank Sinatra is released. Until then, why not check out Hearing Our Echoes ;D Or not, it's really up to you.