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We both rose at once, filling the room again with the tangled intrusive sounds of aggravated steel springs and old wood.
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"He's an autodidact. Taught himself to break free of the bonds of conventional thinking and into a realm very few people can manage."
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Were Tink's arrogance helium the walls and ceiling of our little room would have blown outward, the gas then ripping the entire building from the ground, and lurching it into the stratosphere.
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"We simply cannot take the risk."
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Last chapter on Fictionaut, my friends. Amazon put Sacrifice in its Kindle Bookstore this evening. $2.99 and you can read the whooooole thing in one sitting!
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“Harry, the boy came out of the shower this morning with a six-inch erection,” she said, her face wearing a girlish grin.
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He trudged up the steep, antique, spiral staircase to his study. Many hours had been spent in the sanctuary of this room, studying, praying, sleeping; however, now his intentions were much different.
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“I want to sit in the front,” Trueblood said. “I'd feel like some kind of dipshit in the back seat.”
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“How about Rectal Research Center?” Gladys said. “Nobody will want to set foot on the property.” Sporadic snickering flitted around the table.
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Talk was broken at first with apologies for the slurping and burping and the shrill crinkling of Aquifina bottles ...
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“Sir??? Did you say 'sir'? Jeezuz Christ on a Popsickle, man, don't you EVER call me 'sir'! Unless I tell you to. Got it?”
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“God dammit, the Hemingway test! I need to know if you're a man or a fucking pussy!”
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“We're at war and this is our bunker.”
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“At least you won. Better you broke his thumb than he broke yours.”
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