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- Page 19 and 20: “Tall, brown hair. She came in a
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- Page 43 and 44: my stomach turned again. No, it did
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was driving for hours without a bre
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your bones. Ax doesn’t eat the bo
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was covered in a Jurassic-sized spi
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63 The Cowboy Cabin Julia Benally T
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“Not good enough in bed?” “I
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He glanced around as if all the for
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his shoulders. A bony hand clamped
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71 YOUR TRAVELER RETURNS Sandstorms
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73 Ghost Reveal The silvered glass
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75 Catastrophy Donna J.W. Munro “
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“I wouldn’t. I’ve learned.”
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notice she’s not wearing a bra bu
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ten-year-old trying in vain to shim
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“Can I go play in it?” Annie sk
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85 the road that leads down to the
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87 Drowning. She is. The rain is st
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89 Leah Oates Across the Phosphores
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“Look alive, I need you to finish
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left ankle after Noah was born. She
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95 Goodnight baby. The lady floated
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97 SOULS, DARK AND DEEP CHRISTA CAR
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honey? I mean, sheesh, I’ve been
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“They do look like you and your f
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103 “Annie, Abbie, please return
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105 Jim Zola Hide and Seek Kayleigh
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forward to our driver to question h
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and immediately plugged my nose. Th
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111 Stroke John Maguire The house w
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113 acting differently, aware that
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A silence on the line that seemed t
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117 her hard. She lay completely st
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you meet me at the warehouse at 11:
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already awake. “All right, Mr. De
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each other several times with a lou
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The urge too look in the rear view
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now, don’t I?” “In my dreams
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5:30pm. Although I knew I could sha
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131 Leah Oates Dark Highway Scott H
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Tyler threw it into reverse and flo
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He steered the car alongside the tw
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137 He closed his eyes and waited f
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oof, rolled up. An attractive black
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“I hear you,” said Stevens. “
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What’s so special about having yo
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he suppressed the urge to sneeze. T
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The boy raised his arm and pointed
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Jim Zola 149
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one of those dreams that are so mat
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“Are you going to haunt me?” I
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Nancy thought for a moment then ans
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“No,” Nancy snapped. “I hate
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159 weight. She had always assumed
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I can’t imagine what she’d do n
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Feet are still sure enough. I walk
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165 minutes later, I’m back in th
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I look down and he is right. I’m
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and I hear it. The bandsaw. Christ,
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171 has been published on outlets i
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Diane Arrelle, the pen name of Sout
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175 Gabriella Szaszkó - I work as