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Hangaround
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Monday, August 6, 2007
Chapter 62
A thundering of diarrhea emptied from Jack’s dead bowel, sending a river of dark feces oozing above the waistband of his pants.
“Fucking sick,” the killer mumbled. He picked Jack’s body up, carefully, and threw it over his shoulder.
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