Tuesday, September 18, 2007


The house was dark; the only light came from the television. He couldn’t hear them, but he felt that they were their- waiting to kill him. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see them moving in the shadows. They would kill him if they had the chance.

But he wouldn’t let them get the jump on him tonight. He’d prepared for this, his final battle with cholesterol.


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