He lit the after-the-dance-while-waiting-for-her-to-come-back cigarette. He felt good, looking down at the town that had nearly had him licked once. 'I'm all set now' he thought.' I'm young. I've got love. I've got a clear track. The rest is a cinch'.
The Bride Wore Black
Cornell Woolrich
1940
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