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The wind was like ice, stinging his cheeks, made him pull his
coat closer. He kept walking the block. Not a soul in the street. Then came to
the cor..
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The creaking sound came from deep in the ceiling.
He recognised the movements of old Mrs Stuart from upstairs;
could hear the meowing of her cat,..
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He sat on the bed and looked around at the room, then stood
and walked over to the glass doors, looked out at the pool and the sky. He watched
the c..
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When he woke, for a happy moment, he forgot where he was,
the world and its problems - his problems - evaporated, like the sweet high after inhaling ..
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He woke with the usual phone-call from his mate, the phone
lighting up and buzzing on the side-board table; rolled over and answered it, agreed
to m..
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Sam Hastings woke in a stupor: with a headache that felt bad
enough to have killed someone; except that that someone was him - like s..
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He pulled up at the curb and turned the motor off and looked
around at the day - birds chirping, a perfect blue sky. Thoughts falling back to..
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He stood on the balcony, looking down at the street and the
traffic below, and after a while, grew tired. He sat back down on the chair and
thought ..
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The cat sat, staring at him. Eyes that were two white dots
that looked otherworldly. He woke and looked up at it, then rolled over and
fell back to ..
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Lightning cracked outside the window and woke him. George
Crombers sat up and looked out at the night, at the rain coming down in
torrents, wetting ..
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