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"Two days after his funeral, my little girl saw him sitting in the guest room, which is directly across from her own bedroom. After she saw him, my girl didn't like be alone in her room anymore, or even to go upstairs. I told her that her grandfather wouldn't ever hurt her, but she said she was scared of his eyes. She said they were all black scribbles and they weren't for seeing anymore."
~ Joe Hill, from Heart-Shaped Box
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Eep.
~ Joe Hill, from Heart-Shaped Box
O_o
Eep.
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Date: 2014-12-18 06:25 pm (UTC)That's too bad about your 1920s San Francisco book! It sounds like such a promising premise.