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Lizard Lips I never believed in hell.  That was Mama, she was touched by fire, but the flame never burned.  A rare kinda trait, even amongst the truest believers along the Appalachian.  Gifts run deep through these woods, but here in Heckler, our Baptist church didn’t like it one bit.  Chucked us out on account […]

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