“As he looked down at her face, first light was slanting through the room. He would have said she was at peace, except that there was no one there. A skull. Some skin.”
(John Harvey – In A True Light)
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Bad luck is just an invention of losers and poors
A charming and pedantic courier for Cosa Nostra lives in the same hotel year after year, waiting for assignments. It's a bit boring som...
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