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A Dinosaur Is A Man's Best Friend: "The Prairie and the Darkness". A Dinosaur Is A Man's Best Friend (A Serialized Novel), #7
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- FormatePub
- ISBN978-1-386-46573-7
- EAN9781386465737
- Date de parution30/08/2018
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurRelay Publishing
Résumé
"It's okay, " he said, softly, gently. "I know you belong to him. Like I said, we just got-carried away. That's all."She lay against his chest in silence for what seemed a long time."I don't know who I belong to anymore, " she said. And soon she slept and dreamed once again-in which she found herself making love to her husband in the shitty trailer house in Anchor Rock . which morphed into the ramshackle house in Lonepine and Will; which bled into the tent with Sammy and the vision .
a vision to which she returned, lost, wandering, until she found the man in the dirty bandana. Until they, too, were making love, or a perversion of it, and she knew not in truth who she even was anymore, but sensed that she had become not just a woman but a focusing point, an epitome, a river of menstrual blood as dark as it was unpredictable-the mother and whore to the entire world.
a vision to which she returned, lost, wandering, until she found the man in the dirty bandana. Until they, too, were making love, or a perversion of it, and she knew not in truth who she even was anymore, but sensed that she had become not just a woman but a focusing point, an epitome, a river of menstrual blood as dark as it was unpredictable-the mother and whore to the entire world.























