Derek Landy

He crouched at the car window and looked in. ‘What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They’re all lovely. Except for that one.’ His finger jabbed the glass. ‘That one’s a bit ugly.

He crouched at the car window and looked in. ‘What a lovely family you have. What a charming family. They’re all lovely. Except for that one.’ His finger jabbed the glass. ‘That one’s a bit ugly.

– Derek Landy –

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