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“Tell me again what we're doing here," I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. "We're here to watch manly men do manly things." I followed Fang's line of sight: He was watching the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, who were not doing manly things, by any stretch of the imagination.”

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James Patterson
James Patterson

James Patterson is a highly acclaimed author in the thriller and mystery genres, recognized for his engaging storytelling and the creation of memorable characters. Born on March 22, 1947, he has authored numerous best-selling novels and is a significant figure in the literary world. Patterson's work has captivated readers worldwide, and he has been influential for decades. more

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