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honey, folks. But no feelies. That means you, too, Sheila.' He winked at her. |
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That's twice in one night, Lou thought. She's sure getting brave with Buddy. Any braver, and she would probably get herself stomped. |
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Buddy laughed and strode out of the room. |
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'Don't you gals need to use the powder room?' Doug asked. |
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'Take a leap,' Cyndi told him. |
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'I think we've all got to stand up to Buddy,' Sheila said. 'We shouldn't just sit here and let him do things to this woman. It's horrible.' |
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Maureen raised her face. She looked at Sheila. 'Thanks,' she murmured. |
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'You shut up,' Cyndi said. |
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'Lou!' Buddy called. The faint voice came from far away. 'Get in here, would you? Lisa wants to talk to you.' |
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Lou's heart thumped. He felt as if he were falling. But he got up from the chair. On wobbly legs, he stepped past Sheila and headed for the kitchen. |
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What does she want to talk to me for? It doesn't make sense. |
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Thanks a lot for murdering Maxwell, you fucking bastard. |
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I didn't kill him. It was Buddy. |
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He entered the kitchen. Buddy was standing by the wall extension. But he didn't hold the phone. It was |
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