there was something under my bed last night
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Last published Tue, Jul 18, 2017
you hear about murderers and serial killers all the time but chances are, you've never seen one in person. you might even go as far as to think you've never been in the same subway station as one. but you'd be wrong. dead wrong. especially if you lived in Lowell Greene's neighborhood where one may listen to you breathe at night...
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