A Man Who Wasn’t There (6)

I’ve always hated the dark. Things hide there. Terrible, clawed things, often hungry for human flesh. Okay, not always but if you don’t want there to be, count on them having the biggest claws around. For that reason, I carry a small torch, waterproof, shockproof, tough as nails, custom-made like everything else I own. Yes, […]
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Published on August 06, 2013 13:47
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