I’m no Halloween nutcase, but what if I told you every day I see dark, hungry, prowling always restless creatures. They’re only at peace with goop oozing from gaping mouths. Heads down, lapping up every morsel I set before them, every day at meal-time.
Image from eveningharold.com IT WASN’T ME! It’s a warm summer evening. I’ve spent the last four days working on a big case. I’m hot, tired and, can’t wait to take a load off my aching feet. I slowly lumber to
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