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The Great Impostor

Written by: northrop

Sarah was on the telephone, “You’ve got to come home right away. Marmalade is across the street, right under John Kapustinski’s window, and howling as loud as he can. He’ll wake John up (John worked nights) and John will be mad as hell. Marmalade’s brain must be cooked from the heat or he’s been in some kind of an accident."

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