... No one else could share his quandary. His agonies were a mixture of shame, of loss fueled by deeply rooted fury-solitary burdens he had carried with him like pockets of sorrow weighing him down, forcing him to become stronger. When the Devil was gnawing at him, he'd withstood the pain...
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Immediately after that fate-filled evening in May, the phone booth in its entirety had been confiscated by the Homicide Unit as embodying significant criminal evidence of murder. More accurately though, the booth was like an envelope that encapsulated the entire crime scene, including splattered skull fragments mixed with...
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"I've got my Sig and I'm in a car I swiped," Bert raged on." I thought of that much ahead. I don't miss! It's like candy, Sammy. His car is candy red. Like Valentine's Day for me!" I ain't gonna let a perfect moment pass, Sammy. I'm my own man now in this stuff. I done enough already to earn the respect I don't get. I'm not stupid, so go to bed."
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"As Vice President of Acquisitions, Mr. Lang, just what is it you are supposing to acquire?" At the very most, are you seeking a compliment in return? Of course, you are! Men are always hoping for what they seldom get." When she'd reached up to kiss him on the cheek, the freight train of doom had passed him by on a parallel track... Doubt is good. It keeps the doors open to proof of promise... is that why she had changed into that incredibly tantalizing little blue-black dress that was driving the Whaler bar crowd toward a frenzy?
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"Well Mr. George, I'd say that's a long way up for us to be worried about a wee 30 feet from away down here?... I say we grant the man his error. The sky will not be scratched and I assure you, pigeons won't roost that high! These are things that happen..."
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"I've watched hundreds of deed transfers take place right here on the steps of the Registry," Michele mused. "At those moments of transfer, I've seen in the eyes of desperate sellers, an emotional reconciliation of irrevocably relinquishing a homestead, a treasured dominion, willingly or otherwise. Perhaps all these deeds, Mr. Geoffrey...perhaps they too, have their own soul, a predilection that would tell me more than what they say, if only I had the capacity to ask. "
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"When compared with what I have in mind for it, your property is blighted, dangerous, deteriorated, infectious, unhealthy, substandard, crime-infested, and irreparable. Once I have proven that, I will move in and you will be moved away. You must leave so I can thrive."
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I'm in this plot because you took my lot.
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"This farm is far more than a piece of fallow land whose time you may believe is about to come...It is natural treasure, 12,000 acres of near virgin ground, a lush expanse of greenery stretching away toward a dark domed sinister-appearing uprise known as Malachite Hill. Stay Away!" Mary Aldrich had warned.
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"A GREENHEAD, is what Mary called me-SWAT!"
If they come-whoever they are-will sorely wish they hadn't!" She'd also warned.
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"We wouldn't know chicken shit from smog shit if 'twas stuffed up our noses! Anythin' less smelly than Prank smog would be perfume!"
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"We have long-range dreams too, don't we, Jas? I will live for you, work for you, share all things and joys and moments with you.
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Anything goes. Everything!
Be prepared-the worst and best are yet to come!