As I exited the train last night, I saw a man reading a book.
He was wearing a trench coat, there was a black bag by his feet, and his face was hidden by Roderick Thorpe's Nothing Lasts Forever.
Was there a spy on my commute?
He was wearing a trench coat, there was a black bag by his feet, and his face was hidden by Roderick Thorpe's Nothing Lasts Forever.
Was there a spy on my commute?
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