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Nobody's Fault Author: silently, stealthfully; he let himself into the darkened house. As he urned his kkey in the lock he thought only of what he had come to do. It was raw April, spring still buried in English cold. The neighbors would be tucked in their beds watching telly if they were not asleep already. The quiet street was desertedat this hour. It had not g... more »
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