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Listening to your favorite podcast again.

A little predicted beloved you, don't you think?

My latest heartbreak has been a catalyst that has brought me to London.

I spend my days as a professor and my nights with friends.

It's a generous way to describe them, but I have to stay close.

There's a killer out there picking them off,

all while trying to frame me.

I laugh at the irony if it weren't so serious.

Someone is watching me.

I can feel it.

Is it you?

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Chapter 7

I got hold of Mrs. Grouse as soon after this as I could,

and I can give no intelligible account of how I fought out the interval.

Yet I still hear myself cry as I fairly threw myself into her arms.

They know it's too monstrous. They know. They know.

And what on earth?

I felt her incredulity as she held me.

Why? All that we know. And heaven knows what else besides.

Then, as she released me, I made it out to her.

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