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“I put my coffee cup on the table next to hers and she stood and I held her and we kissed. The earth didn't move and my heart didn't stop, but it was quite all right just the same. Then we had our hands all over each other, and we started moving toward the bedroom, molting clothes along the way. Under the covers we danced the good, slow dance, and she let loose with that laugh I loved so much, the one as sweet and happy as the song of a bird. And I did not care to remember then that even the most predatory of birds, the shrike, can sing.”

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Book:Savage Season
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Savage Season

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Joe R. Lansdale
Joe R. Lansdale

Joe R. Lansdale, born on October 28, 1951, is a renowned American author known for his diverse works across genres such as science fiction, fantasy, mystery, and crime novels. Lansdale is celebrated for his unique narrative style and rich imagination, often blending various literary elements to create distinctive reading experiences. more

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