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A View To A Nerd
Waking up next to a dead guy can ruin your whole day. At least interior decorator Miriam Stokes thought so. The Philadelphia Police Detective, whose name she couldn't remember, talked soothingly to her, making her feel, not better, but at least calmer. As calm as anyone could feel after finding a dead body. How did she get herself into these things? Sipping a coffee she didn't remember asking for, Miriam eyed the cop as they sat in a flowered living room. Her friend, Joe's neighbor, owned said living room. The friend she just found dead. She tried to keep eye contact with Detective...Dasher, Dancer? Some reindeer name. She could see him clearly now, her vision returning to normal. "So you woke up and he was dead. Didn't you hear a shot?" After swallowing the scalding liquid, she a
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