‘Yours is a food family’ he said without much enthusiasm as he surveyed the spectacular spread. ‘I suspect that he would have been happy with
Anna pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for one of the office workers to let her in. There was no sign on the door but
‘…And on the charges of three counts of first degree murder, we, the jury, find the defendant…not guilty.’ The courthouse erupted. There was shouting from
Headlights sent a beam penetrating the whisps of fog ahead. Jack didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to drive, anywhere. The last
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