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The grille of the Caddie plunged right into the middle of the bonfire, scattering smoke and flames and bones to the wind. The Cadillac finally bounced and jolted to a stop among a rain of burning human skulls.
The voice of John Fogerty garbled and died. The driver's door opened and John flung himself out, clutching a sawed-off shotgun. He screamed, 'DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME FUCKING PRISON BREAK WITH A SIDE OF SHOTGUN?
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― This Book Is Full of Spiders
― This Book Is Full of Spiders
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In prose, when you wrote something, it's symphonic… There's something ethereal in that process that's euphoric.
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― The Far Shore
― The Far Shore
