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Two of the chairs were empty, but in the other chairs sat three dolls, all with cracked, odd faces and… Read more.
“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking… Read more.
She shook her head at him. “But you’re not a lobster, Truman. You’re a man. A real man. And you… Read more.
“I don’t know if I can go back to his table,” Maggie said. “He’s crushing my positive Red Lobster vibe,… Read more.
Excerpt: “I don’t really care about losing my job anymore,” Truman said. “I’m on the brink of catastrophe. I just… Read more.
Excerpt: The moronic monotony of it all was murder, Truman thought to himself, as he robotically scanned groceries, pushed buttons,… Read more.
Excerpt: “I could, and I would if I lived there instead of this shithole. I would eat lobster every damn… Read more.
Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then… Read more.
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