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The First Book of Carrie

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“Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed. He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.” She stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?” He sported deep wounds that bled profusely and he was concerned about staining her bedding? “Perhaps if I cleaned up a wee bit—” “Sit your ass down,” she ordered, pointing at the queen-sized bed. Eyebrows flying up, he sat so swiftly she almost laughed.”

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“The story energies that one day; he had on ring out and she came to the door to see a man holding her up by her underwear saying take her she is going to be euthanized. That is what they do this day just look at the train rushing by, there is no love, just death. Just think in a few years’ cars should be flying in the air, look at the buildings now, so modern and space-ie. She was only ten years old at the time. Why did we all think she was slow, it was for she didn’t say much at all, back in middle school… she looked up at her and said- help me, and that is what she did. Mss. Gibson was nasty to everyone, but she is caring for her girl he named Maggie, so for that, it was too far, in that she would not let her go on her own and do the thing, and like any teen, she rebelled and lost her car over it, and she said okay smart ass, know you can walk to school, I said you couldn’t drive. She bought the car herself and started going out to agent her mother’s wishes.”

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“Away thou fondling motley humorist, Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest, Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I dye; Here are Gods conduits, grave Divines; and here Natures Secretary, the Philosopher; And jolly Statesmen, which teach how to tie The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie; Here gathering Chroniclers, and by them stand Giddie fantastique Poets of each land. Shall I leave all this constant company, And follow headlong, wild uncertaine thee?”

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