The data and The Almost Smile
Duncan was in Courtney’s living room, flipping through the channels of her flat screen. He wasn’t invited here rather he snuck in here. Picking a lock was easy as pie for Duncan.
“Jeez, there’s nothing on today,” he mumbled to himself. “All the channels are freaking mostrare little kid shows and crap.”
He sighed deeply and got up, heading to her small, simple-designed kitchen. He opened her refrigerator and began looking for some decent Cibo to eat. He grinned when he saw a huge plate of pasta in there. He was about to take it when he heard a loud gasp....
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