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Elise Peterson walked up the street to her house at 219 King St., stopped at the end of her sidewalk, and sighed. The winter’s first snowfall had arrived while she was at work, and a fluffy white rug now covered each step. It was unseasonably chilly for November, and she could feel a cold coming on. She glanced at the house of her former neighbors, the Smiths, across the street, two doors down. A thin ridge of snow clung to the top of the For Sale sign hanging in the front yard. A cheery yel...

It was Friday night, and Jeremy was looking to get laid. He was in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, looking for pimples. He soaked his hair, toweled it off, rubbed in some Vaseline to hold it in place. His glasses were off, he had already forced in a pair of contacts. Wearing only a pair of briefs and a pair of socks, he stopped in the kitchen to scribble a note for Sarah and leave it on the table. She was still at work. In the closet, he pulled on his tightest jeans, his cleanest white...