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From: "Will Wheeler" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 03:29:55 -0600

His tongue felt thick, too large. He heard her rummaging around in the kitchen, throwing things, cursing in her strange Annie Wilkes language.

At least thats how it used to be. During the two days following Annies trip to town to pay her tax-bill, Paul tried to forget his failure to take advantage of what could have been a golden opportunity to escape and concentrated on getting Misery back to Mrs Ramages cottage instead. After awhile it didnt want to go back anymore, and if someone took it back and set it free it would only crouch in one place, afraid and hurting and homesick in two unknown and terribly ineluctable directions, until something came along and killed it.
They had found her outside of Misery the pigs stall, with one hand wrapped around the handle of her chainsaw.

There was a wild jumble of drugs in the carton, most of them in small boxes marked SAMPLES. Or had she been taken away?

But if he got Careless away from the lions, the counsellor would look at the circle again and ask the games other question, one that recalled his current situation clearly to mind again. "She gave him a wink which had strangely unsettling undertones — a wink one conspirator might give another.

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