His hands were on my waist an my hands were on his shoulders as we danced. "May I ask you a question?" he asked. "s-s-sure" I said dumbly "ok. Why is there mascara running down your cheeks?"
Oh fudgenugget I forgot about that
"Ummmm I had a crying fit??" I blurted out. "Ok" that's when he dipped me and I tripped over my own heel and fell into
The hands
Of
The
Killer.
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Ghost files; New York
Mystery / ThrillerKatie Hope lives in New York And studies deaths and ghosts. When a death comes and she's on the job, The killer tries to kill HER Will she find out the case, Or will her body be in the next file?
