Ann Davis

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I found myself struggling to see past his half-open right eyelid. Truth be told, it was actually creeping me out. It was like he was watching me from beyond the grave, making sure I didn’t do something stupid like slit my wrists or, worse yet, rearrange the accent tables in the living room.
Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words
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