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witnesses,
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She knew what it was like to watch a bad person die, to feel their panic swell to crescendo, to watch the dawning in their eyes when they realized that they were completely powerless. To know that the last words they would ever hear were the ones you said to their face: that you saw through them, that you knew everything about them, that you were disgusted, that you did not love them, that you would never, ever forget. That you would never,..
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The addict's credo: It's always somebody else's fault.
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More time passed, the clock ticking forward when she longed for it to go back
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Claire didn't understand the appeal of being drugged. She had thought the purpose was to make you numb, but if anything, she was feeling everything much too intensely. She couldn't shut down her brain. She felt shaky. Her tongue was too thick for her mouth. Maybe she was doing it wrong.
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gallimaufry
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If you have to say you're not doing something, then you probably are.
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The only reason my daughter has not come home is because someone is keeping her." Keeping her."
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According to a local news team investigation, response times to emergency calls from Grady averaged around forty-five minutes. An ambulance took even longer.
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studying Lydia. "Are you really sure you want to see it?" For the first time, Lydia felt real trepidation about the movies."
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Karin Slaughter |
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I'm fine." Will put his hand on Amanda's foot again. He could feel a steady pulse near her ankle. He'd worked for this woman most of his career but still knew very little about her. She lived in a condo in the heart of Buckhead. She had been on the job longer than he had been alive, which put her age in the mid-sixties. She kept her salt-and-pepper hair coiffed in the shape of a football helmet and wore pantyhose with starched blue jeans. S..
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This is where feminism had gotten her: locked in the back of a sticky squad car with the skirt on her tennis dress riding up her thighs.
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They had been arguing about something that had seemed desperately important to Claire at the time but now she couldn't remember the topic or even when the argument had occurred. Last week? Last month? She had known Paul for eighteen years, been married to him for almost as long. There wasn't much left that they could argue about with any conviction.
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But they soften you in ways you can't imagine. It's so unexpected. They just smooth out your hard lines.
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Claire jumped right into the story. "There was a Thunderbolt cable"
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I hadn't planned on sounding like J.J. from Good Times, but that's the gist.
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It was like she was standing on the beach in the middle of a hurricane.
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snorted coke because a boyfriend told her
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When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief. It wasn't immediately, of course, but I had somewhere to go, and every time I visited the cemetery, I felt like when I got back into my car, a tiny little bit of grief was gone.
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First you must have the images. Then come the words." --Robert James Waller. Images. I had seen that word before--at least six times before on my annual reading sojourn to the sheriff's office. The word was connected to a deed and the deed was connected to an act and that act had been committed by a man and that man, I now understood, was connected to you."
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but she'd purposefully turn in a paper late or miss an assignment so she'd fall closer to the middle.
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No one understood striving for second place. It was un-American. "She just wanted peace,"
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these were the qualities that painted young men as smart and ambitious and young women as trouble.
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Anna's baby after Anna had been abducted. Then she'd gotten locked up and the kid was left alone. "If Lola was taking care of him," Will said, "she would need to get in and out of the building." The elevator doors slid open. Will saw a second cop standing with Simkov, the doorman. There was a darkening bruise underneath his eye and his eyebrow was split where it had been slammed against the hard marble counter. "That one." The doorman point..
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She called him Bartleby, after the well-known scrivener: "pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn." I likened him more to some form of rat terrier: arrogant."
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chairs were padded. The tables looked clean. There were napkin dispensers on the tables instead of rolls of cheap
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My court-appointed therapist would say I was trying to fill a hole." "Is that what you call your vagina?" Claire chuckled under her breath." --
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Flowers in the Attic
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herself, but what would she find? A kept woman who was incapable
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Para conocer los efectos de largo alcance del sistema de genero/sexo, primero se debe desmantelar la hipotesis falica en relacion con el inconsciente.
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I will take care of animals. I will have justice. I
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She glanced down the hallway, but Angie didn't want to go into the bedrooms. She didn't want to see where Michael screwed his wife, know that this was the place where he probably beat Gina. Had
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I guess I see your point, but there's more to people than how they look." "But you only get to know somebody because you like what you see." He smiled down at her. "I like what I see." Lydia wondered how many chins she had from lying on her back and whether or not her roots showed in the glow of the television. "What on earth could you possibly see?" "The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." Rick put his hand on ..
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Kantor's Andersonville," she said, adding, "It's a first edition."
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his chair again. He pulled at his mustache. "Well, I wish I could"
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Eighteen years ago, Lydia had told her that the problem with Paul Scott was that he didn't see Claire as a normal, imperfect human being. He was blind to her faults. He covered her missteps. He would never challenge her or scare her or infuriate her or stir up any of those fiery emotions that made it worthwhile to put up with a man's bullshit.
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I had experienced a TIA, which of course further infuriated your mother (she has always been hostile to abbreviation).
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offer nothing
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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
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Yes." Claire was tired of his questions, which were made even more grating by his flat, midwestern accent."
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She asked, "Was that really your dinner--two hot dogs and a Krispy Kreme doughnut?" "Four doughnuts." "What does your cholesterol look like?" "I guess it's white like what they show in the commercials."
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Her hearing had faded out as soon as he'd touched her--maybe it was the angels playing harps or the exploding fireworks. Maybe her drink was too strong or her heart was too lonely.
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Amanda was probably in her mid-fifties, a small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter's. She wore a simple diamond ring on her wedding finger, though Will knew she wasn't currently married. She had no children, or perhaps she had eaten them when they were young.
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tough-women
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Estevez,
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