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Wounded Child Prostitute
I like some people so much, their whole way, and being, that I can't say a word for fear of wrecking it. So if you see me standing across the room, not looking, I'm probably in love with you. Damaged, benzo surfer...
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Why We Love Sociopaths: A Guide To Late Capitalist Television
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The Price of Inequality: How Today's Divided Society Endangers Our Future
Shining
I read this a long time ago, and I can't think of any book that has scared the bewhatzits out of me as much. I remember actually putting it down because I was alone, it was night time, and I was freekin' out.
