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This monster was real, real as they come. As real as the cuffs, as the dog. As real as the eclipse. It's Gerald's Game,...
Crank up the jazz, pour yourself a gin rickey, and try not to put too much faith in the stock market — we’re headed...
He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. But I love you. I want you to have your own...