"Remember, Paul. IT/Ginger in 1871 Paul glanced from the newspaper photo to the portrait over the mantel.
He looked sixty-five but might be eighty; he might be the senior partner of a law firm or the semi-retired patriarch of a construction company, but was more likely a rancher or a realtor. "Annie, please — "And you won't make me mad anymore? It featured a picture of Carl Wilkes, looking slightly older. Then, that night. "I'll tell her it was Misery,»he croaked. He would walk with a limp for the rest of his life the doctors told him, but he would walk, and eventually he would walk without pain. He wrote undisturbed for the next four ho urs — until the points on all three of the pencils she had sharpened for him were written flat — and then he rolled himself back to the bed, got in, and went easily off to sleep. Here's your
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