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| Haunted |
After years of attacks, the authorities called in the
big guns. They were tough, they were dangerous. They were the reason children
played in the streets now and women walked home from work late at night.
Thieves, drug dealers, murderers and serial killers didn’t stand a chance.
Tenacious and all geared up, they would roam the streets hunting predators
down. Their motto was KISS. KISS them
and KISS them again. They were Kimberly, Ivy, Suzy and Samantha, the Strike
Team Alpha of the neighborhood. “Can I have an ice-cream, Granny?” asked 5 year
old Peter. “No,” replied KISS in unison.
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