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how to survive on his own.
The peace lasted exactly two hours. Then my phone buzzed with a notification from the security camera I’d installed at the front gate.
A beat-up tow truck with a cracked windshield had pulled up to the curb. Mark climbed out of the passenger side. He looked terrible—unshaven, his clothes wrinkled, his eyes red-rimmed and wild.continue reading …
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