PIG

My father was a police officer.

He made a lot of enemies in that job.

When I was three years old. One of his enemies burned our house down.

I have a very vague recollection of the fire. I was very small. But I remember King.

He saved our lives that night. He got me out of the house and then my parents.

Thank you for reading.

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