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Charles Hilderbrandt:
For a long time I didn't understand what he did that day. I figured he tossed a gold shield career into the shitter. But it started to hit me what the job had become for Buster. And for my too. Buster left his regrets, and what didn't work no more, in the Sing Sing Death House, and pushed on for better days. He never looked back.
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