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“I was never really afraid of being alone, until being alone meant not being with her.” Stephen King suggests that Hell is repetition in his short story, “That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is in French”. The story … Continue reading
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“The eyes were lifeless, and lustreless, and seemingly pupilless, and I shrank involuntarily from their glassy stare to the contemplation of the thin and shrunken lips. They parted; and in a smile of peculiar meaning, the teeth of the changed … Continue reading