"The hell?" Terry sat up in bed, sweating profusely. "Where the fuck is it...." That book that that women had left him. Groggily, he climbed out of his bed, and grabbed the unopened package lying on his night-stand. Turning on his bedside lamp, he crawled back under the covers and began to read.
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