Seri Katiller Gölgesinde Aşk

“I’m going to propose!” Conner blurted, reaching into his pocket to take out a midnight blue velvet box, which he opened and presented to me. In my peripheral vision, I could see the only other guest in the dining area look up from his newspaper, and my hand shot out to quickly close the box. “Jesus,” I said, “put that away before everyone thinks you’re proposing to me.”

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phoebe neden bu kadar relatable (true crime takıntısı dışında)

Pretty much that meant I was holed up in my room, switching between fan fiction and Murderpedia tabs while I messaged back and forth with Alison.

Reklam

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Although, to be fair, it was probably the podcast episodes that were making me so paranoid in the first place.

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o değil de adam cidden tuhaf

And unless somehow my Victorian writing desk had gained the ability to shimmy its way off my car and walk itself over here, that could only mean one thing. The Nighttime Wanderer. (The Sidewalk Stalker? The Moving Man? The Barefoot Butcher? Let’s hope that last one never had any reason to stick.)

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shaninin düşünce beni de korkuttu

“Wait.” I finally caught up to what Conner had said. “Shani hates turtles? Not sharks orjellyfish or eels, but turtles?” “They don’t have bodies inside their shells,” he said, “their bodies are their shells. Freaks her out.”

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ıy anneleri öğ

So while our mom had refused to pay a cent toward my education, telling me I was eighteen and should start thinking of my own self-sufficiency, our dad had cosigned for Conner’s undergraduate studies.