Hi, listeners. I have a story I want to tell you.

There was this doctor over at St. Agri's who would kill his patients.

Oh yes, it was madness. Aren't you afraid the light

take might get you? I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. That adrenaline. I want more of it.

I snapped. Totally lost it. He had no idea what was on those tapes.

It was like a song.

It's Ollie and the Outcast.

So gather around.

And listen.

Close. I stared into the bathroom mirror at my own dispirited reflection.

I undid the pins that held my hair up and slipped them into the pockets of my skirt.

Jack had invited me over to his house for our third date, and I still wasn't sure how I felt about

him. Granted, he'd been nothing but pleasant, funny, and charming so far, a perfect gentleman.

All the same, I couldn't help but thinking that something seemed off.

He was almost too good to be true.

A tall, dark-haired prince who had stepped straight out of the pages of a fairy tale.

When he asked me to come to his house, I said yes.

Unlike me, I know.

But I didn't even hesitate.

His voice?

It's hard to argue with a voice like that.

But maybe I'm rushing into things.

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