The Devil In Mr. Jones
Roger Mills Road
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THE DEVIL IN MR. JONES
Beep! Beep! Beep! A short pause. Beep! Beep! Beep! Then a grumbled curse.
“God damn!” Arms search franticly in the darkness of the room. Tired fingers strike the snooze button. Fucking alarm clock! How could it be 5:30? Shit! Must be broke. Paul was
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COPYRIGHTS 2013
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO PORTION OF THIS PUBLICATION MAY BE
REPRODUCED,STORED IN A RETREVIAL SYSTEM OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM BY ANY MEANS-ELECTRONIC, MECHANICAL, PHOTOCOPING, RECORDING OR ANY OTHER-EXCEPT FOR BRIEF QUOTATIONS IN PRINTED REVIEWS, WITHOUT THE PRIOR WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE COPYRIGHT OWNER.
THE DEVIL IN MR. JONES
Beep! Beep! Beep! A short pause. Beep! Beep! Beep! Then a grumbled curse.
“God damn!” Arms search franticly in the darkness of the room. Tired fingers strike the snooze button. Fucking alarm clock! How could it be 5:30? Shit! Must be broke. Paul was