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You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.
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Get over it,' Sherlock said, and looked at her husband. 'No, no, bad dog, keep quiet.
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Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?' 'You're very observant, Suz,' Savich said. Sherlock rolled her eyes.
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She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.
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friendship
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Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.
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hatred
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I'm the most fluent liar in the world, I'm the coolest, the smoothest--'Rachel Abercrombie.' A lie, Savich thought.
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You're going to live. That's not to say you're going to be happy for a while, but it beats the alternative.
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Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means.
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Sherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.
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SAVICH STOOD OVER the metal parcel cage he'd been told was called an OTR, looked at the boxes scattered around it on the floor, streaked and smudged with blood like abstract paintings. Only the packages beneath the body had kept the blood from dripping out of the OTR. He looked down to see the body of an older man with a circle of gray hair around his head. He was torqued into a tight fetal position--difficult because he was heavy--his arms..
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Savich carefully steered the Porsche around an eighteen-wheeler, accelerated, and seamed back between two cars. Traffic would lighten later as they approached Quantico. It was a day you were happy to be alive. The sky was a clear blue, no summer heat yet to blanket Washington, but it would come. He wished Sherlock were with him, especially this morning, but she'd been pulled back to New York to interview Conklin. He'd promised her he'd take..
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did your husband have to do with your appointment as
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Cover Title Page
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Xu
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Marie Curie is, of all celebrated beings, the only one whom fame has not corrupted. ALBERT EINSTEIN
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too, making jokes about how old everything was at Yale, how the bathrooms
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She'd learned nearly every job and did each well, but her favorite was greeting the first early truck from the distribution center in Richmond that delivered the big rolling metal OTR package containers. She liked the predawn, enjoyed watching the sky get lighter and lighter as she wheeled the OTRs in from the dock inside the post office and unloaded them into the route hampers. She knew all the contract drivers from the private service the..
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Nigel was smiling, the bloody sod. He was loving playing the formal English butler, watching Nicholas turn red and tongue-tied. He saw Mike was grinning, quite enjoying herself. "Oh, bugger off, both of you." He stomped up the stairs, the sound of Mike's and Nigel's laughter following him."
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Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.
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been a long time." "Lucky will race you back to your"
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There was a young lady of Lynn. Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.
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Maybe Banff, Savich thought, his exhausted brain finally beginning to fuzz over; he'd like to visit Banff in western Canada. Maybe swim with Sean in Lake Louise. Need a wet suit for that. Did they make wet suits small enough for Sean? Sure, they did.
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Oh damn, let me just get it off my chest. It is all my fault. If I hadn't
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options. Who was he? He
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I am fast learning that in politics there is no such thing as truth, there's only who's the best liar and how well he's able to twist things to his advantage, and how many cronies he has who lie as well as he does.
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Nicholas, in Farrow-on-Grey. She loved it so.
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she hadn't been
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He's got a big stomach, Uncle Dillon," Sam said as he settled in on his father's lap. "I know, Sam," Katie said. "His belly nearly fills up the photo we've got out there."
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God, I've been like Don Quixote, fencing with windmills, searching for vengeance,
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his throat. He splayed his fingers in
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The ghosts didn't stand a chance. They were probably cold too.
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your uncle Geoffrey.
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search on Susan after we spoke
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think I've grasped it, but then it's gone. Even some of his mannerisms--the way he cocks his head to one side and stares at you, expecting you to divulge the secrets of the universe?" "I know that look well. If he's upset and curses up a storm, he gives it to me. It works, most of the time." "I've heard him spout out animal body parts I've never considered," Grayson said, and they both laughed. Miranda heard her daughter shout, and turned t..
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everything. I don't know if
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alliteration,
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sound. He dumped him off
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look--it was gone real fast. Then he
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Now Detective
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bad-mouth her husband?
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there are at least
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a relief to all of them that the
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blade of this Dual Dragon Athame is seven inches. "Hornsby told me a Wiccan's Athame is his most"
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the beautiful roses,
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