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Dying for Revenge Dying for Revenge by Eric Jerome Dickey
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“paranoia, the first cousin of a bastard named fear”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“don't take many words to break a fragile heart!”
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“jealously lives with insecurity!”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“not keeping a promise is the same as lying!”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“only a fool would argue with a fool!”
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“with attachment comes pain!”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“when a lie is repeated enough it becomes the truth!”
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“you are unimportant to the important!”
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“Your lies are like a silent fart. Can't see 'em, but
I can smell 'em.”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“Can I buy you a drink when you get off?"

"I don't drink. Alcohol is bad for my legs."

"Do they swell?"

"No, they spread.”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge
“We'd had sex like we were whores to each other, and when it was done, we each moved to our side of the bed, boxers going to their corners, then when it was time the imaginary bell rang and we went at it again.”
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“She was exposed now. It wasn't the undressing that made her naked. It had been the tears.”
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“Jewell Stewark smiled at me from a billboard, the rain giving her face tears.”
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“Sweat rained from my forehead; my own salt blinded me until I wiped it all away.”
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“Then she called Matthew.

He answered, "Where the fuck are you? I've been calling you for hours."

She said, "I was asleep. Just woke up. What's the problem?"

"Don't tell me you're still in your hotel room in your bed."

"Didn't I say I just woke up? Still in bed. Needed some sleep. Just waking up. . . ."

"Is that right?"

. . . "Where are you right now?"

"Antigua motherfucking Yacht Club. Room twenty-fucking-nine. Sitting on a . . . four-poster bed that has a damn mosquito net pulled back so I know I can see what the fuck I see. And I see an empty four-poster bed . . . But hell, maybe I'm wrong, because I know I didn't marry a goddamn liar. So I guess if I'm in your room and you're in the goddamn bed, just waking up, then either I am as blind as a fucking bat or you must be fucking invisible.”
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“Her young lover changed positions, grabbed her and pulled her rear up high . . . went inside her at a brand-new angle, stroked and grunted. . . . Like he wanted to crawl inside her.”
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“. . . the walls of her vagina tightening around me as she laughed.”
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“Someone had planned a torture party that would end in the guest of honor becoming a human barbecue. They had everything but the barbecue sauce.”
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“Rainwater diluted redness, created a pink death, his matter mixing through mud and grass.”
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“We disconnected. And I wondered if we had ever truly connected.”
Eric Jerome Dickey, Dying for Revenge