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That's it? That's your big goodbye? Eve asked. Claire looked at Eve mystified. I think I need guy CliffNotes. Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffNotes. What were you waiting for, flowery poetry? Shane snorted. I hugged. I'm done.

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Rachel Caine
Age: 58 †
Born: 1962
Born: April 27
Died: 2020
Died: November 1
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Julie Fortune
Roxanne Longstreet Conrad
Roxanne Longstreet
Roxanne Conrad
Thinking
Waiting
Claire
Guy
Goodbye
Bigs
Guys
Need
Looked
Mystified
Done
Aren
Flowery
Enough
Asked
Snorted
Needs
Poetry
Hugged
Think
Deep
Shane

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Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time.” Claire
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You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
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I’m taking off my shoes.’’ ‘‘Fine. Shoes off.’’ ‘‘And my pants.’’ ‘‘Don’t push it, Claire.
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You're dead, I repeated. So why are you in my dream? He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. Good question. Morbid, isn't it? What? Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that? I'm not - Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
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If you ask me if I’m imagining it again, I’m going to punch you out, Dead Man Walking.” Michael raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eve. “He doesn’t sound crazy.” “Er,” she clarified, “crazier. He sounds like he’s back to normal, which is baseline crazy.
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As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.
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