As melina walked out into the cold november breeze, she turned back toward the gathers of new yorkers waiting for their ride to await. Melina strolled toward her shortcut home, and headed for the dark alley. She started thinking about the night, and why Gary had not showen up for the evening. She started to feel the chill on her neck as the new york lights faded behind her.
She was almost trang chủ but still in the dark alley. She couldn't help but wounder if she was not alone, she could feel the tesion, one step after another. She was begining to think that mayby she should have taken the long way...
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