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At last, he came to a stop. He lay sprawled on the stairs, pain roaring through his body. |
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He heard quick footfalls. |
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Sheila hurrying down to finish him off? |
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'Asshole.' Buddy's voice. 'Should've let me in when I asked you.' |
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The stairs on which he was lying shook a little as Buddy climbed past him. |
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He is going to steal my kill, Lou thought. |
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He tried to push himself up, whimpered as the strain sent spears of pain radiating out from his testicles, and sank back against the stairs. |
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Denise lifted the popcorn bowl off her lap, leaned forward and set it on the table beside her glass. She picked up the glass. As she drank the last of the Pepsi, Tom's hand went to her back. It moved in an easy circle, sliding the warmup jacket against her skin. |
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She finished drinking. She set the glass down. Instead of settling back against the sofa cushion, she rested her knees on her elbows. |
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Tom's hand was warm through the jacket. The fabric was very soft. Her mind seemed a little foggy from |
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