junk mail Misery
From: "Gabriela Ohara" Louis2Jaynebrady@ledger-enquirer.com
Subject: Re:
Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2006 16:36:50 -0900
Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2006 16:36:50 -0900
"She slapped herself across the left cheek with her left hand, hard enough to leave an imprint. He had spent much of the night alternately dozing and waking in a cold sweat, sure he was dying.
"She slapped herself across the left cheek with her left hand, hard enough to leave an imprint. He had spent much of the night alternately dozing and waking in a cold sweat, sure he was dying.
"She slapped herself across the left cheek with her left hand, hard enough to leave an imprint. He had spent much of the night alternately dozing and waking in a cold sweat, sure he was dying.
As a result, hadn't his "serious fiction become steadily more self-conscious, a sort of scream?" The axe came whistling down and buried itself in Paul Sheldon's left leg just above the ankle.
"She slapped herself across the left cheek with her left hand, hard enough to leave an imprint. He had spent much of the night alternately dozing and waking in a cold sweat, sure he was dying.
"She slapped herself across the left cheek with her left hand, hard enough to leave an imprint. He had spent much of the night alternately dozing and waking in a cold sweat, sure he was dying.
As a result, hadn't his "serious fiction become steadily more self-conscious, a sort of scream?" The axe came whistling down and buried itself in Paul Sheldon's left leg just above the ankle.
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