“Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear. After a while he spoke again. She killed a man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his dealer. But she was relentless. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. Do you have family that I should ask?” “Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost. There was the motor accident, too. "I could not make him understand. "There is nobody else.
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