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“I ripped all her clothes off. She twisted and turned, slow, so they would slip out from under her. Then she closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow. Her hair was falling over her shoulders in snaky curls. Her eye was all black, and her breasts weren’t drawn up and pointing up at me, but soft, and spread out in two big pink splotches. She looked like the great grandmother of every whore in the world. The devil got his money’s worth that night.”

Quote by James M. Cain

Book:The Postman Always Rings Twice
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The Postman Always Rings Twice

This novel explores themes of obsession, greed, and the destructive power of love through the story of a woman and her lover who commit a murder in a small town. The narrative is known for its suspenseful and atmospheric storytelling, and its exploration of the dark side of human nature. more

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James M. Cain
James M. Cain

James M. Cain was an American author known for his crime novels and noir fiction. His works, often featuring hard-boiled detectives, had a profound impact on 20th-century American literature. more

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