Happy Birthday, then. ” Her answer was terse. “John?” He turned around in the recliner. I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury.
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