Tredecim - Kronos
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Last published Tue, Mar 13, 2012
Let's visualize for a moment. I, Harvey Payne, have to live with a psychopathic murderer to find the cause as to why she murdered her family member. Oh what joy! Not really. She's too creepy for my own good. And her older brother that she always boosts about seems like a total snore. But as I continue living on with her and trying to solve this case single completely by myself, I come to realize that we may not be alone in this huge house of ours...
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