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The Stalker
To start with, it was Arty’s idea, not mine. I never would do something...
Teammates
Eddie Sauer limped off the bus, favoring the sore knee that had flared up since...
Weekend Guest
The moment I unlocked my apartment door, I knew something was wrong; my orange..
Perfect Crime
I glanced over my left shoulder at the lights of San Francisco twinkling like...
Lo Stalker
Tanto per cominciare, era stata un’idea di Arty, non mia. Non avrei mai...
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