The Terrible Tales of Andrew Tanglewood Part e) Ana

Such skin. I look and want to touch. Ana brings cocktails to my room. I vow not to kill Ana.

A bald man acts suspiciously. Paranoia says to quit Sicily if I’m to avoid prison. But Ana, saintly Ana.

Driving through Italy is difficult with a body in the trunk.

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