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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
It was raining that day. He had just returned from his office, drenched and dead-tired, and was about to open the door of my third-floor apartment when he heard a hoarse voice from behind. However, before he could turn his head in that direction and find out who was there, someone stuck something sharp into his left thigh from behind. He immediately drew back in panic. But by then, it was too late. The object was a sharp-edged knife, and it had done its work; his blue Levi Jeans had gotten drenched with blood, and a searing pain was shooting through his left thigh.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
It was raining that day. He had just returned from his office, drenched and dead-tired, and was about to open the door of my third-floor apartment when he heard a hoarse voice from behind. However, before he could turn his head in that direction and find out who was there, someone stuck something sharp into his left thigh from behind. He immediately drew back in panic. But by then, it was too late. The object was a sharp-edged knife, and it had done its work; his blue Levi Jeans had gotten drenched with blood, and a searing pain was shooting through his left thigh.