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It was a castoff of Shari’s from her brief obsession with sewing. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. Wood's house was broken into and plundered. He stalked her, he stared at her, he craved her, he sidled slinking and propitiatory and yet relentlessly toward her, until at last she awoke from the suffocating nightmare nearness of his approach, and lay awake in fear and horror listening to the unaccustomed sounds of the hotel. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. Then, as he was trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for 107 Traci, motherfucker. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague.
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