He leaned against the sill of the window in the whitewashed wall of the small house in the dark. Because the home was on a small road that rarely saw traffic, there was no overhead street lamp to illuminate his way. He had stepped carefully over the uneven lawn and made his way behind a hedge beneath the window. Peering into the blue glow from the telev…
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