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slash small town horror.

Every town has its stories, its secrets.

What possible harm could come from sharing them?

Hmm? They... could come from sharing them. This is Small Town Horror.

My name is Ryan Jennings. Small town horror is a bi-weekly podcast documenting my return to create in Minnesota. Up until now each episode has been recorded and

released as it happens to me, but a lot's happened over the last few days.

I really do appreciate your patience.

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Google play or at small town horror podcast.com. It starts with a phone call. I recognize the number. It's Anthony B'

The lawyer I recognize the number.

It's Anthony B'

The lawyer I've been working with to finalize everything with my father's estate.

He's wondering if I can stop by his office whenever I get a chance.

I'm standing outside of the hospital, my head's still swimming with what just happened inside.

My response is mechanical, just a reflex as my mind tries to process what's going on.

Yeah, I can be there in 10 minutes. I'm in no condition to drive.

As I begin walking towards his office, all I can think about is Mrs Alderman. Save you. Say it.

Say it.

Go blue.

Go Blue. Stay.

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