Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Thats how come im so clever and pretty he said but

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Unformatted text preview: hat I mean?" "You don't have a good feeling about her, that she's coming back? That's what you're saying." "Yeah, kind of. But then I don't know what happened here on Christmas Day, not that I'm asking you to tell me. I can tell this, however. I'm holding your wrist, right? We're talking all about it, and you're worried about her, and your pulse is just fine. You aren't that sick. They've doped you. They overreacted. They got illogical. Detox is what you need." He sighed, and looked defeated. She leant forward and kissed him on the mouth. Immediate connec- tion. In fact, it startled her a little, and even startled him. But there wasn't much follow-up. The drugs took care of that, like folding up the kiss in a blanket. Age made such a difference. Kissing a man who'd been to bed a thousand times was nothing like kissing a boy who'd done it twice, maybe. All the machinery was here. She just needed a stronger jolt to turn it on. "Hold on, honey, hold on,"...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.

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