It Was a Cold and Stormy Night
It was a cold and stormy night. A steady rain turned the New York streets slick and pattered the spring leaves. Cabs sloshed past office workers huddled in raincoats hurried home. The rain kept on, in streamlets down into the subway stations and turning the air into a glistening haze. Perfect night for spies. Or, in my case, … Continue reading It Was a Cold and Stormy Night
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