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'You tried to knock my brains out,' he said. |
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His hand moved higher and he began to massage the nape of her neck. 'Why did you do that?' |
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'I just came with the pizzas.' |
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'And you just suddenly got an urge to brain me?' |
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'It wasn't you. I just wanted . . . to kill whoever came to the door.' |
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'What do you think we oughta do about it?' |
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He didn't call the police, Maureen realized. He brought me in here and stripped me, instead. |
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'Maybe you should call the police,' she murmured. |
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'Would you like to be arrested? Would you like to go to prison? You assaulted me with a deadly weapon. That'd be a prison term for sure, wouldn't it?' |
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I'd rather take my chances with the police, she thought. |
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Trevor. Oh God, Trevor. If Rory hadn't been sick . . . |
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One hand continued to rub her neck. The other, his |
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