SEPTEMBER MONSTER
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What more weird? Seeing yourself sleeping somewhere else? Being welcomed by a quiet neighborhood? Or will something surprise you more than what you've seen?
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Please excuse the bad words that you'll possibly read in this story. It is inevitable. Even I would curse every single time if 'that' happens to me...
Courtesy of Jack the Ripper rumors and real-life story.
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