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You’d been with me since London. I’d seen you in the check-in line with your small carry-on bag. I’d seen you on the plane. And now, here you were, in Bangkok airport, sitting in the coffee shop where I was about to order coffee. I ordered my coffee and waited for it to be made. I fumbled with my money. I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but
Stolen: the prize-winning psychological thriller
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