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a commotion.

IT STALKED THROUGH THE ROOMS AND THEN IT TORE THE SHEETS OFF THE BED. IT RIPPED THE BOOKS OFF THE SHELF; IT TURNED HEAVEN TO HELL. IT HELD ME DOWN TIGHT, IT TOOK ALL MY FIGHT. IT BROKE ALL THE WINDOWS. IT CAME FLAME FROM THE KINDLE.

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under the skin, against the skull.

( Today I coo, today I caw, I have a pistol party and I kill ‘em all. I think i might be scared of the man and the men with their hands inside, and the women, oh, the women, all they do is cry, and I, well, I lose my mind. And now I found brimstone in my garden, I found roses set on fire, and I found jesus -- what a liar. So I trade licks with muddy waters. )

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l'amour, ça ne vaut rien.

A QUOI BON CE TAS DE PLAISIRS, DE FRISSONS, DE CARESSES, DE PAUVRES PROMESSES? POURQUOI FAIRE SE LAISSER REPRENDRE? LE COUR EN CHAMADE, NE RIEN Y COMPRENDRE C'EST UNE EMBUSCADE.

❝ You have reached the residence of Ruth Eisenhardt. If it's important, leave a message. If it's not, kindly forget this number. ❞

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