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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Marian Richey)
Fri Oct 26 07:31:48 2007
From: "Marian Richey" <donnamariekerrie@atechservices.org>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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<p><font color="#FFFFF8">He would be a Republican of the sort who would no more put a bumper sticker on his car than he would put a pair of pointy-toed Italian shoes on his feet; he must also be some sort of town official, and here on town business, because it was only on town business that a man like this and a reclusive woman like Annie Wilkes would have occasion to meet. the possibility the dope might not be in the downstairs bathroom as he had surmised but hidden somewhere. the possibility the dope might not be in the downstairs bathroom as he had surmised but hidden somewhere. Now he heard the eager squeal of the pig — she had thought he would mind, but he thought Misery was a wonderful name for a pig. She looked worse than he had ever seen her, her face haggard and pate, her eyes darting constantly. The phone company would have no idea that anything was wrong unless someone attempted to call her and reported the line out of service, but no one called Annie, did they? the possibility the dope might not be in the downstairs bathroom as he had surmised but hidden somewhere. She raised her hands to her forehead and pressed them against the wounds, blotting them. It's the one that always tastes the best, believe me — even better than the one you have after a really fine meal. Color bleeding slowly and relentlessly into a land and a tribe that never were beyond the margins of the paper on which he wrote. He looked at her steadily, observing with faint interest that Annie Wilkes was a bit pale. "She looked at him with a level sort of impatience, and he realized that since killing the cop, she had seemed almost sane. "He was listening, but what he really wanted to do was trip out on the marvellous quality of the light. He had taken the aspirin instead of the drink, but that didn't change what was going to happen now; he was going to sit here for fifteen minutes or maybe half an hour, looking at nothing but a cursor flashing in darkness; then he was going to turn the machine off and have that drink. A look of sincere concentration was good because it flattered them, and when editors were flattered, they would sometimes give in on some of their mad ideas. Although the picture accompanying the obit was even grainier and fuzzier than usual, Paul saw that Paulette Simeaux made "Queenie»Beaulifant look like Thumbelina. I should have known you'd do anything to get your pills, but when I get mad, I get. Paul remembered telling Bernstein, who had lost an aunt and a grandfather in the Holocaust, that he didn't understand why the Jews in Germany — hell, all over Europe but especially in Germany — hadn't gotten out while there was still time. He took four, trying not to disturb the pyramidal structure of the pile, and ate one of them greedily, relishing the salty taste and the grease. At first King of Pain was far in the lead and I Got the Hungries was some twelve furlongs back. Now she was holding the cross like a spear, the dirt darkened point of its vertical post pointed squarely at the trooper's back. There were all those drugs in the downstairs bathroom — surely there was some way he could use them to put her out of the way, wasn't there?</font></p>
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