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closet. "Get up," he barked, "and get your clothes on." |
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"You're kidding! I just got comfortable." |
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"Like hell I'm kidding. You and I are gonna be long gone by the time they get back." |
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"But Charlie," she whined, "it's late. Where the hell are we going at this time of night?" |
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"We're driving into town. I've got reservations at the Holiday Inn." |
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"But what's wrong with staying right here?" she persisted. |
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"I've got this all planned out and I'm not deviating from my plan. Now, dammit, get out of that bed." |
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Peggy's mouth curled into a pout. She crawled out of the warm bed and began pulling on her underclothes. "Know somethin', Charlie Frazier, you're really acting weird. When are you gonna tell me what this is all about?" |
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"Later, I'll tell you later. Right now we've got to get our stuff together and get the hell out of here." |
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The gravel drive up the hill to the old cemetery seemed even longer in the darkness. Theodore's headlights reached out only to be soaked up in the blackness. |
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"Are you sure this is it?" Betty Elizabeth asked. |
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