It’s 1977 and I haven’t been born. Which makes for a pretty rock-solid alibi that I was not responsible for a string of serial murders that terrorized New York City that summer. Those were committed by a guy named David who got his kill orders from a neighbor’s dog.
I won’t be born for a few years and indeed many miles away from Manhattan. Which makes fo…
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