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G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

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Let's take my truck, Jim said as he hit the gravel. Less noise. And it has a radio, right? With tragic concentration Adrian started warming up his voice, sounding like a moose being backstroked by a chesse grater. Jim shook his head at Eddie as the doors opened How can you stand that racket? Selective deafness Teach me,master.
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Trust me, true? Butch barked a laugh. Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?
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You have cable?” He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. “Sure do. And if I remember, there’s a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight.” “Sweet,” the vampire said, kicking his legs out. “I always root for the monster.” She smiled at him. “Me, too.
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Thank you for caring for my brother. He took his sunglasses off. And looked at her with total adoration.
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Vishous's chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?
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You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.
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She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno , she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.
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And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.
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When she didn't continue, he shrugged. Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
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It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. Okay. I love you. Bye. Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.
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