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Boy with a Thousand Arms.
Boy with a Thousand Arms.
Boy with a Thousand Arms.
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He was abandoned by his mother to his uncle's care when he was three. Now a teenager, he begins to search for her, and learns the true meaning of the phrase: "Be careful what you wish for."

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Release dateJan 20, 2013
ISBN9781301641949
Boy with a Thousand Arms.

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    Boy with a Thousand Arms. - Hunter Morrison

    The Boy with a Thousand Arms

    by

    Hunter Morrison

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    The Boy with a Thousand Arms

    Copyright © 2013 by Hunter Morrison

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    The Boy with a Thousand Arms

    My mother used to trade me off to my uncle on the train. He'd meet the north bound train at the station, my mother would get off, me in my stroller, and they'd change drivers, just like relay runners passing on the baton.

    After a kiss and a I love you, Charles, Mom would get back on the train and continue north to work. One day she left me like that and I never saw her again.

    I was the mule, of course. Carrying the illegal drug of choice from our little leafy suburb to the Big City. Cocaine, prescription narcotics, weed, meth. Whatever Mom and the other suburban mothers could round up; it was quite a lucrative pool, trade, whatever. A cottage industry.

    Uncle Tom—his real name is much longer and unpronounceable—took his sister's disappearance in stride. One of the risks that went with the job. I suppose I took it in stride, too, being only three years old at the time and spending roughly half my life with Uncle Tom

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