[…] the chemo had not worked and had gone back into his brain. […] He had knockback after knockback. It would have taken its toll on anyone.
Besides her fruitfull earth, her mightie breadth and length, Doth Chiltern fitly match: which mountainously hie, And beeing very long, so likewise shee doth lie;
“Fucking Bundy. Does it every time.” “Well, if you′ve been drinking that shit I′ve got no sympathy for you. Get up and I′ll give you a lift home. In the back.”
Sarah reels a little, nevertheless, under the dog's boisterous greeting.
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