PO Box 915
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Abraham Kim
The knocks on the door frightened her. Three of them. Neither soft or hard, equally spaced apart.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Why hadn't they just use the doorbell, she wondered? By reflex she was headed towards the door when she remembered that the house had a camera installed facing towards the street that...
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Why hadn't they just use the doorbell, she wondered? By reflex she was headed towards the door when she remembered that the house had a camera installed facing towards the street that...