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108bdac
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You gotta go through a special kind of hell or a special
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Karin Slaughter |
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Rippy's. Get in the car. Drive to the motel. Wait for me.
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Karin Slaughter |
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Claire laughed because it was easier than telling him to brush his hair out of his eyes and go back to college. She checked the time on her phone again. Paul was now twelve minutes late. She started catastrophizing: carjacking, hit by a bus, struck by a falling piece of airplane fuselage, abducted by a madman.
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Karin Slaughter |
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66a0f63
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Paul looked at the man for the first time since he'd walked through the door. "Should I go punch him in the nose?" "Yes." "Will you take me to the hospital when he punches me back?" "Yes." Paul smiled, but only because she was smiling, too. "So, how does it feel to be untethered?"
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Karin Slaughter |
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c677c8b
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Not if you add in the earrings." They shouldn't joke about this, but the alternative was to take it very seriously. She said, "It's weird. I know the monitor's not there anymore, but I can still feel it." "Signal detection theory." He straightened the straw again. "Your perceptual systems are biased toward the monitor touching your skin. More often, people experience the sensation with their phones. They feel it vibrating even when it's not..
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Karin Slaughter |
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d976e88
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All you could do was wait for death to make you inconsequential. Frank
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Karin Slaughter |
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She asked him, "Everything all right?" "It's good right now." He rubbed her back with his hand. "What did the shrink say?" Claire waited until the bartender had returned to his corner. "She said that I'm not being forthcoming about my emotions." "That's not like you at all." They smiled at each other. Another old argument that wasn't worth having anymore."
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Karin Slaughter |
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Claire stepped over a graveyard of cigarette butts as she followed him. The alley was T-shaped, intersecting with another service alley for the restaurants and shops. Hardly
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Karin Slaughter |
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Well, it's not like the good guys are lining up to date a cop, and I'm certainly not attracted to the type of useless asshole who'd want to marry a female police officer.
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Karin Slaughter |
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edcba1c
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You are an enigma wrapped in a sticky bun.
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Karin Slaughter |
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b823849
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Duso, znam da imas posla i znam da ce biti opasno, ali u sto god da se danas uvalis, nece biti ni priblizno tako opasno po zivot kao ono sto ce se dogoditi ako mi ikad vise napravis ono sto si mi radio sinoc i nakon toga zakljucis da se drugo jutro mozes izvuci sa rukovanjem. Dobro?
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Karin Slaughter |
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cba508b
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Gamma
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Karin Slaughter |
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cac5404
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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c8aa424
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She felt it snap into her head like a slide loading into a projector.
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Karin Slaughter |
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cec2f9a
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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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04553e8
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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d4b3703
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sporks
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Karin Slaughter |
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b6c0415
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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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104447a
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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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a04ecc7
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but I met him once and he's super
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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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417202a
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I told her, "I'm Wayne, and this is--"
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Karin Slaughter |
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489e510
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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skittles
slaughter
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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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undone
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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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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Karin Slaughter |
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e854690
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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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dac3990
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looking
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Karin Slaughter |