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pm | | Jerrod Games _ Stephen King _ txt Fiction Paradise (14th Nov 22 at 1:11am UTC) | | A few mouthfuls of water only awakened her thirst, but she had to endure it. She put the glass on the four shelves and laughed at herself. Habit is a difficult animal to deal with, even in such strange circumstances. Risking another full-body spasm, she returned the empty cup to the shelf rather than let it fall off the side of the bed and shatter on the floor. Why is that? It's important to keep clean, that's why. That's one of the things Sally Mehter teaches her darlings. Her squeaky little wheel never got enough oil, never got to be left alone in peace — her little baby was willing to go to extremes in everything, including seducing her father, so that things did go her way. In the eyes of her memory, Jessie saw the Sally Mehter she had so often recalled: cheeks red with anger, teeth gnashing, hands clenched into fists on her buttocks. You'll believe that, too. Jessie said softly. "Won't you, you bitch?" "Not fair,Plastic Spray Bottles Wholesale," one part of her brain replied uneasily. It's not fair, Jess. But it's fair. Sally, she knew, was far from the ideal mother, especially in the years when she and Tom were trudging along like junkies. At that time,glass cream jars, her behavior often had the characteristics of paranoia, and sometimes it was unreasonable. For some reason, Will was almost completely immune to her reproaches and suspicions, and sometimes scared her two daughters to death. Now those dark days are gone. The letters Jessie received from Sanglia were the old woman's banal jottings. The old woman now lives for Thursday night bingo games, and she sees the years of raising her children as a time of peace and happiness. Apparently, she didn't remember shouting that the next time Medi forgot to wrap used menstrual tampons in toilet paper and throw them in a garbage bag, it would kill her. Nor did she remember that on Sunday morning — for reasons Jessie couldn't understand — she stormed into Jessie's bedroom, threw a pair of high heels at her, and stormed out again. Sometimes, Frosted Glass Cosmetic Jars Wholesale ,Blue Bottle Serum, when she gets a note and a postcard from her mother-all is well here, dear. I got a letter from Medi. She always writes to me on time. My temper cooled, my appetite improved — and Jessie felt the urge to grab the phone and call her mother and vent, "Have you forgotten everything, Mom?"? You forgot the day you threw your shoes at me and broke my favorite vase. I cried because I thought you must have known, that he must have finally broken down, that he told you everything, even though by then the eclipse would have been three years away! You forget how often you scare us with your screams and tears? It's not fair, Jess. Unfair, disloyal. It may not be fair, but that doesn't make it an untrue event. If she already knows what happened that day- The image of the woman in the flail came back to Jesse. She was there, but she disappeared so quickly that she could hardly recognize who she was. It was like a flash of advertisement: hands bound together, hair covering her face like a confessor's mask, a small group of people pointing at her contemptuously, mostly women. Her mother might not put it so bluntly, but yes — she would believe it was Jesse's fault. She really might think it was an intentional seduction. It's not exactly about the squeaky wheel involving the precocious sexy girl, is it? She learned that something sexual had happened between her husband and her daughter, which probably prevented her from leaving the house, and she did. Does she believe it? It's absolutely true. She'll believe it. This time, the humble voice did not bother with a symbolic protest. It suddenly dawned on Jessie that what had taken her almost thirty years to figure out, her father knew. He knew the real facts as well as he knew the strange acoustics of the lakeside house living room and dining room. Dad used her in more ways than one that day. Jesse thought he would have mixed feelings when he realized such a painful thing.
After all, she had been baited by a man whose main duty was to love and protect her. She doesn't have feelings like that. Perhaps it was partly because the endorphins kept her in high spirits, but she knew it had more to do with being open-minded. No matter how rotten it was, she finally got rid of it. Her chief emotion was surprise. She was amazed that she had kept the secret so long, and there was a very uncomfortable confusion. That day she sat on her father's knee and looked at the huge round mole in the air through two or three pieces of smoked glass. What happened in the last minute or so directly or indirectly influenced how many choices she made in the future? Is her current situation the result of what happened during the eclipse? That's too much to say. She thought. If he had raped me, maybe things would be different. However, what happened on the platform that day was really just another accident, not a major accident. That's it-if you want to know what a major accident is, Jesse, look at the situation you're in here. I might as well blame old Madame Gillette. She shouldn't have hit my hand at the lawn party. I was only four years old that summer. It's either a dream I had while I was walking along the river of life,cosmetic packaging wholesale, or the mistakes I made in my past life need to be punished. Other than that, what he did to me on the platform was nothing compared to what he did in the bedroom. There's no need to dream about that part of the story. It's right here, clear and accessible. www.xiaoshuotxt。 com Jerrod Game 21 Novel t-xt heaven. penghuangbottle.com | |
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