Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together...
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He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward cou...
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God, you had enough time to have been through it three times. You've been through my stuff. I bet you over and let one of you stick the world's longes...
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Good! he wanted to cry out to her. Good! Because you only had to see it! I had to wear it!
