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Form 52


TASK: Type all the below content and add "<br/>" tag to the end of each sentence.
It was a weekend midafternoon in the very middle of summer. Big Bopper, also called Ace whose real name was Jerry S., six-foot six, 200-pounds, dumber than a blind-duck, never worked a day in his life, or if he did, it was on special occasions, a young man of twenty-five although goodhearted, was sitting on the wooden steps in front of Roger and Ronny's house, parallel Cayuga Street, right across the street from my home, at 186 Cayuga; I'm Chick Evens, fifteen years old. Roger two years my senior, and the neighborhood charmer with his good looks, and all, and Ronny his brother my age, and buddy. Roger's house was a four apartment complex, kind of ramshackle. Stretching outward in the back was the railroad yard, and Structural Steel Company. With the trees and lighter foliage, it was scarcely distinguishable from each other except in height and coloring, the steel company was more noticeable. Roger had just sold me his WWII, Army Jacket, that had on the back of it "I'm Just a Lonely Boy," signifying the popular song of the day, a young national musician, Rock and Roll singer called Paul Anka.
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