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"You're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead." --
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firestorm
joanne
jonathan
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Rachel Caine |
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"I didn't bring you here," he said. "You think you're Miss Special Destiny of the year?" "No," I shot back, furious. "And I don't damn well to be - whatever the hell you are. But sometimes there isn't a choice. Right?" "Careful. You might accidentally make some sense. Ruin your reputation." "You are !" "Yep," he agreed. "It's been said." --
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firestorm
joanne
jonathan
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Rachel Caine |
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b6d6414
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Make sure you wear something appropriate, dear. You never know who you'll run into and it's always smart to look your best.
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fluke
joanne
hannah-swensen
mystery
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Joanne Fluke |
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eb30a67
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She skinned her hair back into a ponytail, a style she knew was probably too young for her, but she planned to drive with her windows open and she could ditch the elastic band once she got to the lake.
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murder
joanne
hannah-swensen
mystery
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Joanne Fluke |