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Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth

Monday, May 25, 2009



"Don't move," he said,
in a voice that was
forty percent gravel and
sixty percent inert materials.

Donald E. Westlake
Somebody Owes Me Money
1969
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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