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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 want ice cream, not toothpaste. I think I’ll go with the cherry chocolate delight in a sugar cone please,”… Read more.
“And if you were truly my friend, you wouldn’t force such a thing upon me. I’m not a killer. I’m… 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.
Truman took in a shocked breath and sat back in the booth. “You just blew my mind, my eerie lobster… Read more.
“We’re going to spend the day together. And despite your crushing heartbreak at the hands and mouth and other unspeakable… Read more.
And what he saw there made his eyes spiral in angry madness like a psychotic clown. 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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