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“And of course you do make a nice home for your husband. Someplace to come back to, and everything so neat.” “My spinning lacks finesse,” I said. “But I yield to no one on my stone-ground meal.”

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Raising Demons

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Shirley Jackson
Shirley Jackson

Shirley Jackson (December 14, 1916 – August 8, 1965) was an American author whose dark and unsettling stories have left a lasting impact on the horror genre. Known for her psychological insights and the way she intertwines the supernatural with everyday life, Jackson's work has been widely celebrated for its originality and depth. more

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