Friday, March 18, 2011

The Friday 56

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Surrender the Dark

His diction was too perfect, the whites of his eyes too clear,
almost crystalline clear . . . and he smelled fresh,
like a baby's newborn scent.

page 56, Surrender the Dark by L.A. Banks


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