MURDER, SHE DESIRED

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ence became the loude

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n inch. Her apartment faced the street-mostly empty at

dows. Engi

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her to know she was being watched-and *chosen*. Like

ld be te

want to name, the fear tangled with

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day trying t

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e was pacing her

texted from work saying she was off rot

told them

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hand, staring at the name s

nic Mo

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told her she w

me to h

idea whether she was going