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Killing Cupid
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2019
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Chapter 13
Have just got in from tennis. Dennis couldn’t believe how…
Chapter 14
I panicked, looking around the room, my instinct telling me…
Part Two
Chapter 15
It seems to be taking a long time, getting over…
Chapter 16
I heard someone come home at about 6.30 this evening.
Chapter 17
I need to find myself another tennis partner. I don’t…
Chapter 18
Emily and I had arranged to meet at Moulin Rouge,…
Chapter 19
I’d been trying to work up the courage to call…
Chapter 20
Emily came over again last night. I spent much of…
Chapter 21
I’m looking at what happened this morning as material for…
Chapter 22
The day started well. Emily came with me to the…
Chapter 23
As I was halfway through chapter 8 of my ‘novel’,…
Chapter 24
Waking up this morning, still drowsy, I heard Emily say,…
Chapter 25
I wonder if I should go back to Dr. Bedford. Or…
Chapter 26
Siobhan. Siobhan and Emily. Together.
Chapter 27
It was a really horrible thing to do. I know.
Chapter 28
Emily had to take the day off work yesterday, most…
Chapter 29
Haven’t written for a few days. Been too busy. But…
Chapter 30
Emily threw the rucksack on one bed and herself on…
Chapter 31
I slept like a baby – pot does that to…
Chapter 32
Right on cue, as soon as the brick shithouses had…
Chapter 33
My birthday’s nearly over; I’m drunk and weary and my…
Chapter 34
Ever since I started writing my journal I’ve become addicted…
Epilogue
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Acknowledgements
About the Authors
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