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During our early college days I sort of let things ride, but once we went on to graduate school, I began to crowd her. The next thing I knew, she had signed up with a student tour destined for Central Europe, and told me she would give me my answer when she returned. I had to be content with that, but couldn't help worrying. DURING OUR EARLY COLLEGE DAYS I SORT OF LET THINGS RIDE BUT ONCE WE WENT ON TO GRADUATE SCHOOL I BEGAN TO CROWD HER THE NEXT THING I KNEW SHE HAD SIGNED UP WITH A STUDENT TOUR DESTINED FOR CENTRAL EUROPE AND TOLD ME SHE WOULD GIVE ME MY ANSWER WHEN SHE RETURNED I HAD TO BE CONTENT WITH THAT BUT COULDN'T HELP WORRYING
ww.pgdp.net Each Man Kills BY VICTORIA GLAD [Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales March 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] "... to live you must feed on the living" Heading by Vincent Napoli Now that it's all over, it seems like a bad dream. But when I look at Maria's picture on my desk, I realize it couldn't have been a dream. Actually, it was only six months ago that I sat at this same desk, looking at her picture, wondering what could have happened to her. It had been six weeks since there had been any word from her, and she had promised to write as soon as she arrived in Europe. Considering that my future rested in her small hands, I had every right to be apprehensive. We had grown up together, had lost our folks within a few years of each other and had been fond of each other the way kids are apt to be. Then the change came: It seemed I loved her, and she was still just "fond" of me.  EACH MAN KILLS BY VICTORIA GLAD THIS IS A LIVER BOX REPORTING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT OR EACH MAN KILLS BY VICTORIA GLAD NOW THAT'S ALL OVER SEEMS LIKE A BAD DREAM BUT WHEN I LOOK AT MARIA'S PICTURE ON MY DESK I REALIZE IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN A DREAM ACTUALLY IT WAS ONLY SIX MONTHS AGO THAT I SAT AT THIS SAME DESK LOOKING AT HER PICTURE WONDERING WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO HER IT HAD BEEN SIX WEEKS SINCE THERE HAD BEEN ANY WORD FROM HER AND SHE HAD PROMISED TO WRITE AS SOON AS SHE ARRIVED IN EUROPE CONSIDERING THAT MY FUTURE RESTED IN HER SMALL HANDS I HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE APPREHENSIVE WE HAD GROWN UP TOGETHER HAD LOST OUR FOLKS WITHIN A FEW YEARS OF EACH OTHER AND HAD BEEN FOND OF EACH OTHER THE WAY KIDS ARE APT TO BE THEN THE CHANGE CAME IT SEEMED I LOVED HER AND SHE WAS STILL JUST FOND OF ME
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