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The leathery caretaker grunted. "Someone could have bled to death."
"Christ. Should we call the cops this time?"
The groundskeeper received no answer. Two pairs of steel-toed boots shuffled away.
APARTMENT BREEZEWAY CLOSED TUESDAY THROUGH THURSDAY FOR PRESSURE SPRAYING. WE APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.
Removing his ear from the door, he crumpled the note and sauntered to the kitchen--tea kettle screaming.
Green tea is so soothing.
He sat at the computer, humming gently. To his right: a box of female I.D.’s, alphabetized.
Allie was first, and her laminated smile stared silently as he logged in to Craigslist.
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