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He Ain't the Leavin' Kind—Rascal Flatts
"What are you doing? Where are you taking him?" Ann Levin cried at the Plumbers. She ran up to her son screaming, "Let him go! Let him go! He hasn't done anything! He's innocent! Isn't kicking him out of school enough?"
"Ma'am," a Plumber said, "you're son is convicted of stealing and selling illegal Level 10 alien technology. Kicking him out of school isn't enough. He's going to the Null Void. His sentence has been stated: confinement for ten years."
"Mom!" Kevin cried as he was thrown into the back of a truck.
While they took her son away, she broke down crying. A neighbor came over and comforted her but Ann didn't hear a word. They had taken away her son. His sentence maybe written on paper and stone but he's not gone. No, Kevin Levin is not gone.
Ann Levin stayed mad at the Plumbers for years, and is still mad. First, they took her husband then her son. How could life be so cruel to a woman who had almost nothing, just like her life was nothing. Still living in a trailer park, Ann couldn't do anything with her life. She rarely went to work and rarely kept a job. The pain was too much. She started losing faith and hope that Kevin would come home. And yet, no matter what she did or where she went, she could always feel the presence of her deceased husband and juvenile son. They weren't the kind of men she could forget. They weren't the leaving kind.
Hey guys! As you know, I love Rascal Flatts. Hope you don't mind!
Until next chapter,
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