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A killer is loose. He will strike again.

This week on the podcast, Joan Laurie Nixon's The Stalker.

Welcome to Team Creeps, the podcast that discusses why at Pulp Fiction, I'm one of your host,

Lindsay Ketai. I'm another one of your hosts, Kelly Nugent, and this week on The Podcast,

we are discussing Joan Laurie Nixon's The Stalker. I will say, okay, for a little bit of behind

the curtain. Before this started recording, we were scrambling looking for a log line from the

various covers. And the one that we found, we might as well made one up, because that was really

fucking bad. I thought we honest. He will start. I don't even remember what he said. Yeah, I didn't

think that's it. Yeah. No news. It's nothing. It doesn't rhyme. It's not even, it's not anything at all.

It's not anything. Be something. Yeah. Oh, here's, wait, what does this say on Amazon?

Is that from a review, someone wrote? I don't know, because in the Google summary on Amazon,

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