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unearths some literary gems.
From My Lucky Star, by Joe Keenan:
***His eyebrows shot upward and his jaw plummeted as though suddenly loath to be on the same face.***"I've watched her sit here among her picture albums and make claims so outrageous the very photographs do spit takes."***"Very grateful," he repeated, fixing me with a gaze so smoldering, so freighted with sex it would not have surprised me to glance down and find that my shirt was unbuttoning itself.***Lacking toupees that could leap from our heads and spin around three times before landing askew, we let this comment pass as well.***Gina was eating it up, oh-yessing and how-true-ing her head off.***[And last but not least!]“You wouldn’t know pathos if pathos threw a bar mitzvah in your vagina!”***
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