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About halfway through reading some book that was supposed to be some really deep shit, I decided to write my own book instead.
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Two giant greasy hands were working those breasts hard, squeezing and tugging and pulling. She didn't holler.
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“You. Are. Out. Of. Your. Mind.” Cole poured another drink.
“Wrong again. It's you who are out of my mind. Or the author's mind. Depends on how you look at it, really. Authors take a lot of credit that belongs to their muse.”
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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