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the great thing about lying was people believed it so long as the lie was close enough to the truth. Lena
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She felt it snap into her head like a slide loading into a projector.
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Charlie's affable countenance stood in direct opposition to their mother's line. Her face, even with the bruises, was clearly still beautiful. She had always been so clever in the way that made people laugh rather than recoil. Relentlessly happy, Gamma had said. The kind of person people just like.
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Karin Slaughter |
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The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive. Their jokes are funnier. Their lives are better.
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Karin Slaughter |
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To explain that she knew how marriages worked, understood the petty grievances that could build up. She should tell Charlie that it didn't matter. That if you loved someone, you should do everything you could to make it work because the person you adored more than anyone else in the world could complain of a sore throat one day and be dead the next.
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Karin Slaughter |
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LEARN HOW TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH OR I WILL KILL YOU. LOVE MOM.
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In Abigail's experience, women certainly loved their mothers, but there was always some kind of thing that lived between them. Envy? History? Hate? This thing, whatever it was, made girls gravitate toward their fathers. For his part, Hoyt Bentley had relished spoiling his only child. Beatrice, Abigail's mother, had resented the lost attention. Beautiful women did not like competition, even if it was from their own daughters.
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Karin Slaughter |
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A possum stared at me through the door all night." "That's Bill." Charlie turned on the giant television. "He's my lover." --
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Karin Slaughter |
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Talk about sloppy seconds. Was there such a thing as sloppy thousandths?
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Karin Slaughter |
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Used to be, only bikers and outlaws had tattoos. They were so commonplace now that they weren't even a statement. Unless the statement was, "Look, I'm like everybody else." Her"
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sporks
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Karin Slaughter |
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You don't kidnap somebody if you love them. They come to you. They choose you. Not the other way around.
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Karin Slaughter |
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I was told you take your capital cases seriously down here.
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Karin Slaughter |
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but I met him once and he's super
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She had told herself when she put on her sweatpants this morning that she was going to the gym, and she had gone near the gym, but only because there was a Starbucks in the parking lot.
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I told her, "I'm Wayne, and this is--"
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cunt on the blackboard.
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Karin Slaughter |
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People just dump their trash here and don't even care about who has to pick it up. Like they think the trash fairy's gonna do it or something.
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Claire knew full well from the videos that there were things a man could do to a woman that didn't kill her, but made her wish she was dead.
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men-over-women
sexual-harrassment
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This seemed to be how dads taught their boys to be men, but there had to be a point, maybe early on, when they were able to hold their hands. One tiny one engulfed by one big one.
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Why are you smiling?" she asked. I kissed the inside of her wrists and answered what I felt at that moment was the absolute truth. "Because everything is perfect." This is what I know that I am: A fool."
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Will hated those cops, had worked more than a few cases where he'd gotten them kicked off the force. You couldn't say you were one of the good guys if you did the same thing the bad guys did.
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He's morbidly obese. He's unusually bloated. There are needle marks on his abdomen and thighs that indicate he's an insulin-dependent diabetic. His diet was fast food and Skittles. Collier looked skeptical. "So Harding conveniently slipped into a diabetic coma during the middle of a death match?"
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fast-food
skittles
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She spent the next hour dividing her time between the phone and the computer; scaring the ever-loving shit out of herself while waiting on hold by investiGoogling type 2 diabetes on her laptop. She found one nut who claimed diabetes was a governmental plot to extract billions of dollars from the unsuspecting public in order to wage the war for oil.
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google
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She's just come undone," her mother had whispered on the phone to her aunt Bella. It was an old colloquialism, the sort of thing you didn't think people still said. The phrase fit Sara so completely that she had found herself surrendering to it, imagining her arms and her legs detaching from her body. What did it matter? What did she need arms or legs or hands or feet for if she couldn't run to him, hold him, touch him?"
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Will thought of her time away from work the way he used to think of his schoolteachers crawling into their caves under the school building at night, lulling themselves to sleep with dreams of torturing their students the next day.
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Moon was from somewhere up east, the kind of place where consonants took on a life of their own. In addition to this, she spoke loudly and abruptly, two things that were considered very rude to southern ears.
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She told Rick, "The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive. Their jokes are funnier. Their lives are better. And then suddenly, they get bags under their eyes or they put on a little weight and no one cares about them anymore. They cease to exist." --
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She had looked at the movies again--all of them this time. Claire had rigged up Paul's laptop in the garage so she wouldn't have to sit in his office. Halfway through the first series of movies, she'd found herself somewhat anesthetized to the violence. Habituation, Paul would've explained, but fuck Paul and his stupid explanations.
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Karin Slaughter |
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because if a man rejects a woman, she goes home and cries for a few days. If a woman rejects a man, he can rape and kill her." "I"
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The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive.
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Karin Slaughter |
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looking
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He grinned. "It's cheaper than that"
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Karin Slaughter |
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Claire had never thought of herself as an expert in male behavior, but Paul had a point, and not just about men. People did not change their basic, core personalities. Their values tended to stay the same. Their personal demeanors. Their world outlook and political beliefs. One need only go to a high school reunion to verify the theory.
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Third domino: Statistically, rapists didn't just rape once. If they got away with it, they generally kept raping. Even if they didn't get away with it, the recidivism rate was so high that they might as well put a revolving door on every prison.
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Karin Slaughter |
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Lydia asked, "Do you have a problem with drugs and alcohol?" Claire struggled to return the glass to the floor. "Yes. The problem is that I don't like them very much."
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Karin Slaughter |
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The Peeping Tom's name was Gerald Scott. His son is your baby sister's new boyfriend.
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Karin Slaughter |
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Claire looked at the anniversary painting again. She thought about Paul as a child. She'd seen pictures--his winsome, toothy grin; the way his ears poked out from his giant head when he was six and seven; the way everything started to catch up when puberty hit. He wasn't dashing or flashy, but he was handsome, once she'd talked him into wearing contacts and buying nice suits. And he was funny. And he was charming. And he was so damn smart t..
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Karin Slaughter |