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“Promenaders, they get on my friggin’ nerves! Pull over, Jacko.”
The sleek black police car pulled up, just ahead of a man, tall, leaning forward as he walked, as if forward motion was the only thing preventing him from toppling over. 595 more words
About White Gables? Let me guess, it’s haunted?
I strode ahead, swiping at brambles.
Seriously, the unfriendly villagers and spooky mansion? I’m not daft. Some local is mad I’m renting the place, right? 48 more words
Moonlight sparkled on dark eyes.
I’m walking the same way, if you want company?
I nodded. His dog pushed its wet nose against my hand, its tail twitching, a timid half-wag. 54 more words
Eddie walked down the street and slurped his drink from 7-Eleven; it was pretty good for the price. The aroma from the food he purchased at a hole-in-the-wall joint was mouthwatering. 200 more words
