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by Peter Benchley 10/05/2024, 5:15am PDT |
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"Ellen started giggling again, imagining the sight of Hooper lying by the side of road, stiff as a flagpole, and herself lying next to him, her dress bunched up against her waist, vagina yawning open, glistening wet for the world to see."
God what a horrible book I wrote. |
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