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His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

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Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Age: 75
Born: 1948
Born: December 11
Novelist
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Towns
Spokes
Taste
Spoke
Ticked
Leave
Sat
Mattress
Hear
Seconds
Mattresses
Sometimes
Edge
Pacing
Stopped
Sighed
Town
Softly
Edges
Barely

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