bug-gfe
[Top][All Lists]
Advanced

[Date Prev][Date Next][Thread Prev][Thread Next][Date Index][Thread Index]

Fwd: Password


From: bug-gfe
Subject: Fwd: Password
Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 19:45:19 +0500

His job was writing novels. Save that one for the Annie Wilkes lexicon in your memoirs - if you ever get a chance to write your memoirs, that is.

I heard this from a man who. It ran down the sides, tasted the fluid that had pooled along the outer edge of the paper-pile, and shot up yellow. "When they come Ill stand right out there in the driveway and say yes, there was a state trooper that came by here. He had gone for a walk, thinking of nothing on top of his mind, the way he was thinking of nothing on top right now.

Annie would have watched all twenty episodes in one night, even if they gave her eyestrain and a splitting headache. He felt no sympathy at all.

"Christ, shes had a heart attack, he thought, and there was a moments alarm which was immediately replaced by joy. "He did not bat an eye when he said it; after a moment or two Paul realized he either was serious or thought he was.


reply via email to

[Prev in Thread] Current Thread [Next in Thread]