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told them I was here? Plenty of time to wonder about that laterhe had to get
out. Todd pulled on his jeans and t-shirt from the night beforethe jeans were
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might be. Grabbing his duffel bag he opened his wardrobe and threw the rest of
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said that? Somebody on TV, probablyhe couldnt remember. Todd slid open the
window and climbed out onto the fire escape. He looked downno cops yet, thank
God. Placing his duffel bag on his shoulder he climbed down the rusty ladder
till he reached the endhanging on to the last rung he dropped down onto the
street below. No running footstepsno warning shoutshed gotten out just in time.
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