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She had become unplugged. Half an hour later he was sitting in front of the blank screen, thinking he had to be a glutton for punishment. 
He could hear her behind him. He put the towel aside, flexed the hand for awhile (the first few times made him grimace with pain, but then the hand began to limber up), and started to write again. He did not just pass this beneath her nose but pressed it briefly against her lower face. It had yawned wide open again, and the book rushed toward its climax the way the best ones did, as if on a rocket sled. " And now came Annie Wilkes, screaming, rushing down the hall, hands out-stretched to give her father the killing push. A very light dose, she had said. Not for the first time it occurred to him that Ians possession of the woman Geoffrey loved just as dearly (if secretly) allowed Ian to indulge in an odd sort of selfishness and an almost womanly hysteria that Geoffrey himself must forgo; after all, to the rest of the world he was only Miserys friend. Was he going to let it stay there, or was he going to be a man and sick the ing thing up? __._,_.___
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