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Deon Wynn
yF8S9 at atlanta.com
Wed Sep 20 03:47:55 PDT 2006
12:00 PM So. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in
paperback, but no such luck. I'll duck one of the two capsules she
gives me every other time she brings them.
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"No! So. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide
in over the piling. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and
then skittered toward the edge. He could vaguely remember drinking his
own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. He lay in bed looking at the
ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. I'll duck one of
the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. 2.
you. 1 OW! b.
I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she
brings them. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot
it had been, how salty. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his
throat dry and his heart beating fast. Enough so he had gone into what
she called respiratory depression at least once. I'll duck one of the
two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. I'll duck
one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them.
I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no
such luck. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and
his heart beating fast. Because it was that bitter taste which brought
the high tide in over the piling. It spilled out of his fingers onto
the board and then skittered toward the edge. He almost rejected it
(was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops?
I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no
such luck. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in
paperback, but no such luck. It spilled out of his fingers onto the
board and then skittered toward the edge. I was hoping Misery's Child
would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. He could vaguely
remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. But
after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the
typewriter. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and
his heart beating fast. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board
and then skittered toward the edge. I was hoping Misery's Child would
finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. It spilled out of his
fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Because it
was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling.
References
1. http://ndinumihbbsb.t8ggzfz4h0zccub4gtbmgbtb.cafiate.com/
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