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The slip of imported paper shook in his hand as he stood waiting for the elevator. Shaking hands were something he had gotten used to on the drive to Bal Harbor, his mind cluttered with thoughts that she wouldn’t be there, that he wouldn’t be on time; or even worse, that she would be and he would be prompt.

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An intruder enters Julia’s bedroom through the open window, he wears an old-style hockey mask to hide the lower part of his face, black leather gloves and black combat trousers with a black t-shirt. He steps slowly into her wardrobe and pulls the door closed without letting catch click into place. Patient and silent, he waits.

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