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[Marco Lund]

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A FAST DELIVERY
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R COMPLETELY SECURE AND CONFIDENTIAL
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He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck.

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