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There is a serial killer on the loose in New Orleans. Someone is branding, stabbing, and strangling young girls. Their mutilated bodies are being found in the depths of the Mississippi River. Beleaguered detective Lewis Kline and his colleagues believe the occult may be involved, but they have no leads. And the killer shows no sign of slowing down. Then Sela, a troubled young woman, finds a stranger's cell phone in a dark Bourbon Street bar. When it rings, she answers it. On the other end is Chloe Applegate. The ...

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There is a serial killer on the loose in New Orleans. Someone is branding, stabbing, and strangling young girls. Their mutilated bodies are being found in the depths of the Mississippi River. Beleaguered detective Lewis Kline and his colleagues believe the occult may be involved, but they have no leads. And the killer shows no sign of slowing down. Then Sela, a troubled young woman, finds a stranger's cell phone in a dark Bourbon Street bar. When it rings, she answers it. On the other end is Chloe Applegate. The serial killer's most recent victim. So begins Sela's journey into a nightmare from which she cannot awaken, a descent into madness out of which she cannot climb, as she finds herself the target of an almost incomprehensible evil.

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Mississippi native's Erin Samiloglu's debut novel, Disconnection, is a contemporary horror, set in New Orleans, that revolves around a serial killer obsessed with cleansing the world of sinners while one of his victims strives to stop him -- from beyond the grave.

The Fishhook Murderer has the entire city of New Orleans -- "the Crescent City of Lost Souls" -- living in fear. After brutalizing and then drowning his victims, the killer carves a religious symbol into their backs. Sela Warren, an overworked waitress, finds herself stranded at a bar after her inconsiderate best friend leaves with a one-night stand. While retrieving her purse before trying to catch a cab home, Sela picks up what she believes is her friend's cell phone. When the phone rings the next morning, it turns out to be a young woman named Chloe Applegate -- that serial killer's most recent victim! After Sela gets over her initial shock, she and Chloe join forces to try to identify and stop the killer. Throw in a cop afflicted with nightmarish hemorrhoids, a cocaine-addicted stripper, and a "redneck from hell" -- and you've got a page-turner of the highest order.

Fans who enjoy their horror seasoned with generous amounts of religious symbolism and zealotry -- Bram Stoker's Dracula, Stephen King's Carrie, etc. -- should give Samiloglu's Disconnection a try. While obviously not on the level of Stoker or King, Samiloglu shows enormous potential with her proficiency at constructing a truly creepy atmosphere filled with realistic and compelling characters -- all with oodles of twisted wit and panache. Paul Goat Allen

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781605424675
  • Publisher: Medallion Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/1/2005
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 515,712
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Erin Samiloglu was born on a steamy morning in Jackson, Mississippi, during the summer solstice. She attended school in Australia, where she received a degree in Media Arts. She now resides in central Texas, where her favorite pastime is listening to live music, feeding the homeless, and keeping the world safe for democracy.

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Disconnection

By Erin Samiloglu Medallion Press, Inc.
Copyright © 2005
Erin Samiloglu
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-932815-24-5


Chapter One The murderous air thickened into gray mist around Dee Nilsson's underground tomb, but she watched with little thought and even less awareness. Time had suspended her in a mysteriously dark place, and there was no escape, no safety, only a nightmarish world which she could not leave and no one else could enter.

She reached one crippled hand to her forehead. The wound near her hairline had stopped bleeding, but the gash was deep and wide, reminding Dee of her defeat. The siege of her life had begun twelve hours ago, and she knew above all things that her death was fast approaching. The only question was when.

Minutes drowned into hours before Dee finally drew her arms around her knees and leaned back against the mud walls, resigned to her situation. The air smelled of decay and rain. A slither of light hailed from the cracks above, just bright enough to remind her of the daylight that she would never see again.

Amid the misty haze of her surroundings, Dee fought to remember. She knew, as she rubbed her hands together, as she felt the scraped soles of her feet, the light brush of her eyelids as they opened and closed over two swollen eyes, that there had been life once. She had been an energy to be reckoned with. She had been an intact person.

She flattened her hands in front of her face. Memories began to reflect in her palms like slides in a projector. Soft shards of light showed glimpses of the past and present. Her dog Jack appeared, a Maltese whom she had saved from an animal shelter just an hour before his scheduled euthanasia. In her vision, he was asleep on her bed, lying on his back near her pillows.

She saw her house in Oakland, a brick two-story with three bedrooms, one which she used for an office. A kitchen painted purple, a backyard with a screened-in porch.

She saw her parents attending church, and her younger sister stationed in Iraq playing cards with other soldiers. Dee saw her ex-fiancé in Miami, sharing a table at Starbucks with an attractive redhead. She saw herself dancing at her best friend's wedding, and walking on the Santa Monica Promenade. She saw herself graduating from UCLA and falling in love for the first time with her parents' Mexican yard boy. She saw herself happy, relaxed, anxious, laughing, delirious. Most importantly, Dee saw herself alive.

What Dee could not see, what she could not remember, was how she had arrived here, to this place. When she tried to reach back, a black cloud blocked her brain. A barricade of nothingness invaded her mental highway.

Dee closed her eyes, forcing herself to remember. Something, she thought. Something has to trigger something.

And then something closely resembling a male voice spoke inside the darkness:

Can't remember how you got here, sugar pie?

The noise startled Dee. Until now she had been under the impression that she was alone. "Who's there?" she asked as her eyes flew open.

The answer came in silver droplets that fell from the cave's surface and formed one large puddle on the dirt beside Dee.

Do you really want to know, Dee? The voice seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, low and deep, barely audible under the pressure of its density.

"Help me," Dee screamed, her head turning from side to side, unsure of which direction the voice was coming from. "Please help me."

You're asking the wrong person, sweetheart.

"Who are you?" Dee asked, her voice becoming even more frantic. "Why am I here?"

To die was what she thought the voice would say, but it surprised her by simply asking, Why do you think you are here, Dee Nilsson?

Dee shook her head frantically. "I don't know. I don't ..."

Don't give me that shit. Of course you do.

"Please," Dee sobbed, tears falling from her eyes. "I can't remember."

Then let me help you, cutie pie. Come and look inside.

As if hypnotized, Dee leaned over the ground where the puddle no longer reflected translucent blue, but now changed into flashes of color, until solid shapes formed, and Dee saw herself on the wet surface.

It was not her as she was now, with a long gash across her forehead and her entire body covered in dirt. The Dee in the image was laughing and taking sips from a drink that looked suspiciously like a whiskey sour. She sat on a barstool in a mahogany room, lavishing in the attention of male company.

"Stuart Reed," Dee said aloud, suddenly remembering.

The voice laughed. Listen, it said. Go ahead and listen. Watch. See why you're here.

So, Dee listened. And watched. And listened.

It was Stuart Reed's voice she heard first. He said, "It's great fun if you kill somethin'. Warm blood all over your hands and the smell of the kill."

The Dee in the image tossed back her whiskey sour before exclaiming, "Vile! It's so vile. I hate hunting. I think it's cruel how those deer suffer. They're just defenseless animals. Haven't you ever thought of that?"

Stuart shook his head as he gulped down his mixed drink. "You don't know what you're sayin'," he mumbled in a thick Southern accent.

Dee watched as her image's back straightened. "Haven't you ever seen Bambi?" she asked the man beside her. "How could anyone shoot an innocent deer after watching Bambi?"

Stuart's face grew red as he pointed at her accusingly. "A deer ain't a sweet animal, sugar. Their antlers have tines that are as sharp as razor blades. When the rut is on, you can hear the deer battlin' for the trim for miles. Do the research before you assume that Bambi was based on something other than Walt Disney crap. They are vicious animals that must be eradicated from the planet. One attacked my grandfather while he was bird huntin' and damn near killed him. If Joe the birddog hadn't run the deer off, Grandpop wouldn't have been around to witness my third weddin'."

"I thought you said you had two ex-wives?" Dee asked.

"I do. I married the first one twice," Stuart explained.

"Oh." Dee asked the bartender for another drink.

I remember, Dee thought as she studied her and her companion's surroundings. The mahogany walls belonged to the rotating bar at the Hotel Monteleone. For an entire week, the hotel had hosted the annual BankPartners convention. Mortgage brokers from all over the United States, including Dee and Stuart, had flocked to the convention for the latest mortgage tips-and because the rooms were discounted and the breakfasts were free, and it was a great chance to tour New Orleans.

Dee could see it all. Her company's colors-red, white, and yellow ("We're the McDonald's of the fuckin' mortgage loan industry," Dee remembered Stuart had noted earlier in the week.)-were draped on and around everything in the mahogany room. A banner reading WELCOME TO THE FIFTH ANNUAL BANKPARTNERS CONFERENCE! hung over the entrance.

Dee studied the man beside her own image. Stuart Reed. He wasn't the type of guy she normally went for, so why was she with him?

Because he was the only decent-looking broker at the convention, and you had decided to break your six month stint of abstinence, a voice replied from the back of her mind.

Yes, Dee remembered. Stuart had been an all-too-willing partner in her plans. He was a strapping country boy from the dry heat of the Mississippi delta. Conservative and scarily militant in his right-wing ideas, but who no less could carry a conversation that exceeded mortgage telemarketing scripts and who could hang on to an erection longer than any man she had ever known.

Dee had found him captivating. She had refused to be thwarted by his loyalty to the Bush administration, dismissing it as a regional defect given that he came from a red state, and instead latched on to his wicked sense of humor and hell-bent-on-having-fun ways. In one week she would return to her all-work, no-play existence inside a brick home with a small dog slowly growing deaf from old age and a series of business calls and lunch meetings. But for now she would enjoy herself.

Yes, Dee remembered thinking all of this, justifying her behavior with an it-will-all-be-over-soon attitude.

Keep listening, sweetheart. Keep watching, the voice said.

Dee listened. The exchange between her and her short-term lover stayed at an even and pleasant pace for a little while, until Stuart brought up his DUI charge and the consequences of his arrest. "I've had my cousin pick me up for work for the last three months. And that shithead don't even know how to drive," he said, rolling his eyes heavenward.

Dee shrugged. "You shouldn't have been driving drunk."

Stuart slammed his glass on the counter. "I'm damn tired of that kind of MADD mentality! I registered 0.16, which was just 0.06 more than what it used to be. Bunch of whinin' crybaby mommies, whose kids were super drugged out and killed themselves, fucked everything up for the rest of us. Now you can't go drink a beer without the fear of gettin' a plunger in your ass from some crooked cop trying to make his quota so he can buy a new trollin' motor for his Cajun bass boat, son of a bitch."

Dee shook her head and replied, "I think you're being too harsh. I grew up with a lot of kids who have either died while driving drunk or been a victim of a drunk driver. It's a serious matter."

Stuart grimaced as if he were a frustrated teacher dealing with an insolent child. "I'm just sayin', the blood/alcohol ratio test is a faulty way to judge sobriety, and cops prey on the publicity of gettin' all the arrests." A moment of silence went by before he changed the subject, asking, "So anyway, Miss California, you stayin' until Saturday?"

"No. Until tomorrow. I have a closing to get back to. I'm going to miss the weather here. It's November and it's still boiling. Even California isn't this hot right now."

"It's called humidity," he said. "They have a pool on the roof. Feel like takin' a swim, sugar?"

"You're joking, right? It's November."

"So? You said yourself that it was boilin' hot."

"But wouldn't it be closed?"

"We could reopen it." He winked.

Dee replied, "I don't have a swim suit."

"Neither do I."

"Isn't it too late to swim?"

"Night swimmin' is the best swimmin' of all."

"Is it dangerous?"

Stuart opened his coat just wide enough so that Dee could see the pistol inside the inner pocket. He smirked. "No one's goin' to bother us."

Dee's eyes widened. "You have a gun?"

He nodded proudly. "Dee, baby, I am a rationalist. Law abidin' citizens need guns. Gun control just assumes that criminals are the only people with guns. Another no brainer for a thinkin' person."

She shook her head. "I'm too liberal to own a gun."

He laughed. "Bein' liberal is a great thing as long as you don't vote. So how about that swim?"

No, say no! Dee wanted to scream. She remembered, oh boy, did she remember. If only she could go back in time ...

It's a little late for that, the voice said, hearing her thoughts.

Dee watched with growing dread as the scene faded from the Monteleone bar to the top of the hotel. The darkness of the night sky camouflaged the roof, only the surrounding skyscrapers and the light from the inside hallways gave shape to the concrete surface where the pool's oval orifice waited with its liquid turquoise inner core.

Dee and Stuart entered from two glass doors. Dee stepped close to the pool and peered over the edge. "It's not covered," she acknowledged. She took off one Ann Taylor black stiletto and placed her stocking-clad foot in the water. "It's warm, too."

Stuart shrugged. "They must have known we were comin'." He took off his shirt.

Dee began taking off her clothes one at a time-the other shoe, the gray skirt she had bought a week ago at Macy's during their Great Autumn Sale, the silk blouse her best friend had given her last Christmas, the cheap stockings she had picked up at Walgreen's that morning-until everything was off but her bra and panties. She jumped into the water.

When she resurfaced, Stuart was sitting naked at the edge of the pool. "How was it, baby?" he asked.

Dee rubbed her eyes. "A lot of chlorine," she said. "But otherwise, fine."

He dropped into the water and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You're fine, sugar," he said before leaning down to kiss her.

He relieved Dee of the rest of her clothes. She caught her breath as Stuart drew the skin of her breasts between his teeth. He moved his palm down, over her belly and then lower and lower until his fingers trailed in the soft curls between her thighs. He slid into her body with one hard, long thrust, and together the twosome enjoyed a frantic path into ecstasy.

Dee closed her eyes. She couldn't watch her and Stuart anymore; she felt as if she were watching a porn video of herself. At least it beats what happens next, she thought. Dear God, please, please, please, don't let me see what happens next.

I doubt God is listening, the voice said mockingly.

Minutes later Dee opened her eyes just in time to see herself arise from the pavement where she and her lover had been resting. "I'm going to the ladies' room," she said. "Be back." Stuart did not answer; his shallow breath suggested that he had fallen asleep.

"No!" Dee screamed as she watched her image walk inside the glass doors. "Don't go inside! You'll never come back!"

You can't hear you, the voice laughed. You can't hear a thing. Remember, sweet Dee, this is all in the past. Let's change the scenery, shall we?

And the pool distorted as frames shifted, and suddenly there was a hallway, and a bathroom door, and a hurriedly dressed Dee walking through the swinging doors. "I know!" the captive Dee screamed in the darkness. "I know why I'm here, how I got here. Please, please."

She looked away from the image.

Listen, listen, the voice said.

She could shield her sight, but not her hearing. She could not stop the sound of her footsteps entering the bathroom stall, or the creaking of the outside bathroom door opening. And the silence that followed. Dee remembered. Boy, did she remember. Feeling strange all of a sudden. Wondering who else could be in the roof's bathroom this time of night. Thinking it was Stuart. Calling his name-yes, she could hear herself, calling his name ...

"Stuart? Is that you?"

Receiving no answer. The fear heightening.

Yes, oh yes, it was all clear. Crystal clear. Like a pool of water.

All that silence. Nothing but silence. Dee remembered. She could hear herself, the heavy breathing, the wheels in her brain turning, wondering what was happening, knowing, feeling that something was not right. She could hear herself flush the toilet. She knew the Dee inside the stall was scared to leave, scared of what was waiting for her. As she should be. She knew because she was her, because twelve hours ago, the Dee staring into the image had been the same Dee that now stood behind the door, knowing that someone was waiting for her on the other side, waiting to kill her.

Oh boy, did it make sense now. Crystal fucking clear.

Here we go, Dee thought, shutting her eyes even tighter. I can't watch, I can't listen.

You have no choice, the voice said, laughing. No choice in the matter.

She heard herself finally open the stall. She heard herself take a few steps. She heard herself ask, "Stuart? Are you trying to frighten the sh ..." and then there was a gasp, which Dee realized was probably the moment when she had seen the Fishhook sign for the first time.

The Fishhook sign. His calling card. People in California warned her to be careful in New Orleans, there was a serial killer on the loose. Dee had laughed because she, like most other people, secretly believed that she was immortal in her youth, and that her death would come from the slow decay of time, from cancer or heart failure, something natural, murder being only what happened to everyone else.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything that she had thought before-wrong.

The Fishhook sign had been drawn in red blood on the mirror over the sink. What it was-what it looked like-was the standard Christian fish symbol with an upside down cross stuck through it. Dee had seen an illustration of it in one of the local newspapers, and mimics of the design that were scattered all over the city's walls in white chalk or spray paint, jokish scribbles from kids who found the serial killings titillating.

(Continues...)




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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    2

    Good story, but Erin should let up on the inappropriate political remarks. Remember half of America is republican. Not a good way to win over fans. I had to skip over the political remarks (which had nothing to do with the story) to keep interested. I am republican and was insulted by some of the remarks and false information regarding republicans. Politics and paranormal just don't mix well. Ha!
    Besides this authors apparent dislike of republicans, it was a good story. Maybe the next book I purchase from this author will be more open minded? Hope so.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2013

    !

    Harriet klausner strikes again with her cliff note book report, telling every detail of the booj. This pister needs to be banned. She is an egomaniacal demon.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    A powerful who-done-it

    Residents of the Big Easy are not living up to the city¿s nickname as fear has gripped New Orleans. A serial killer has been mutilating young females before dumping the corpse into the nearby Mississippi River. Because the victims are tattooed with weird diagrams, New Orleans Homicide Detective Lewis Kline concludes that the killer is performing some form of a ritual slaying. As his hemorrhoid flared up, he knows that in a city like New Orleans there is virtually no clue as the occult shines big time here................. Following a nightmare, Sela Warren goes to the Black Kitchen on Bourbon Street with her friend Mandy who deserted her, but left her cell phone behind when it rings. Thinking it is Mandy, Sela feels compelled to answer the ringing phone, but quickly regrets that she did. The caller says she is Chloe Applegate, the serial killer¿s last victim. Sela is shocked with the impossibility of apparently either hearing from the dead or more likely a cruel trick, but will soon realize how deep the insanity can go when evil comes calling for her...................... DISCONNECTIONS is a strong thriller that moves on two levels, that of a police procedural struggling to stop a serial killer from murdering again and that of a paranormal connection between Sela and the malevolence coming for her. Readers will be hooked from the moment Sela picks up the phone and keep reading to learn whether the supernatural in terms of the devil or a devilish killer are behind the homicides and the assault on the heroine¿s senses. Erin Samiloglu writes a powerful who-done-it that is part wonder suspense and part supernatural thriller................. Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2014

    Do not read

    I could not get past the author's political views, and obvious didain for Southerners in general. We are not all redneck racists. I am appalled that this author let what would have possibly been a good, even great, book be derailed by political garbage!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2013

    Very good

    This book keep me at the end of my seat at times. I enjoyed reading this book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Not at ALL what I expected!

    It was a good read for a short story, but, it was a little creepy. The book was very detailed and the twist on it wasn't expected.



    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

    gross

    I tried my best to finish this book to get to the end to see what happens and how everything comes together. But it just was too disgusting for me.
    I had a hard time staying focused on this book and following it. It was a little all over.
    And quite frankly there is only so much you can read about hemorrhoids before you wanna throw up. If you read this book you will know what I am talking about.
    If you like gross, disgusting, and creepy thriller this is the book for you.
    I only am giving it a star because I have to

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2013

    ?

    Was not impressed. I skipped a lot of dialogue. I don't know why we had to know about the detectives issues with his rear.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    Slightly confused

    I beleive this book may have started out as a murder mystery in the authors mind and then switched to a supernatural thriller somewhere down the road. Rule of thumb... stay with your first instincts but it was a good effort

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2013

    Anonymous

    Good read...enjoyed the plot.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    This was very good read. I enjoyed it.

    This was very good read. I enjoyed it.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    This book is a good read

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013

    All I have to say is...

    WOW! Did not expect a short story to be this good. Kept me entertained the whole time. Political "slams"... who cares, get over it. Too much information on Kline's "discomfort"... once again, get over it. And holy cow... why read the book if one person tells the whole fricken story with just the "review"!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2013

    I loved it!

    It had all of the elements of Stephen King early books: great plot. suspense and the unknown. I highly recommend this book! Oh by the way, it really did not slam the repulicans that bad and hell it is only a book.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2013

    Loved this!!

    I thought this book was great!!! I love these kinds of books!!!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2013

    I loved this book

    This book is a good thrill and has a perfect plot. You'd be surprise at what will happen in this book. (It has strong language also)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2013

    Ok but got lost

    This book starte off interesting but i got loss towards the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2013

    Suspense

    This book started out really good and kept me interested but right at the end it got weird. Many typos. Its an ok read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    Good

    Kept me interested

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    Really weird!!!

    Suspenseful yet really weird!!!

    Contains quite a lot of transcribing errors.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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