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When last we left our heroine:
“Door,” I said, getting to my feet and retying my robe, looking at the black smears my hands left on the sash, “call the—”
“Do not,” said a voice, “call the Police.”
I jerked my head around and stared at the little Pressman, the one Diane had pulled away, the same one I’d noticed in the mob on my lawn, standing by the still open Doorway. “Get the hell out of my house,” I said.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “There isn’t time.”
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Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first
Earful of Cider 