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So he broke down and bought the nook. When

  • So he broke down and bought the nook. When he turned it on their was a message. It was strange because the message from a dead person named Ralphie. The message

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  • was scrawled in blood and was hard to see against the gray background. If only he'd bought the color nook. Its advanced features and color display made it a thoroughbred among

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  • the plethora of up-n-coming Kindle knock-offs. Yep, the Nook Color would have made that bloody scrawl scroll out in style. But there was no time for regrets. He'd simply have to

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  • pretend his Etch-a-Sketch was as good as any Kindle or iPad. Kinda like he pretended he still liked seeing his wives naked when they were 8 months pregnant. The Mormon compound

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  • saw him as a paragon of virtue, living his life strictly according to Mormon beliefs. He was good at pretending. None would suspect that in reality, he

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  • harbored a deep, dark secret. He was in fact a member of the witness protection program. He had ratted out his boss, Tony "Two Fingers" Calaoni

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  • , and Tony was known for his two-fingered "salute." Tony's rat-fink employee harbored a secret love of the smell of acrylic nail polish. With Tony's penchant for manicures,

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  • the sweet scent of nail polish followed him, cloud-like, throughout the day. If Tony thought it odd Eli lurked close during the day, eyes never leaving the glossy sheen of his nail

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  • enamels, he said nothing. It WAS a lovely French manicure after all. Why shouldn't the handsome rogue admire it. Finally, Eli spoke, in a hushed voice. "Umm, dude,

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  • when the gardener's finished manicuring your lawn, can he come and do mine? The view is outstanding, and that Frenchman does do a lovely job!"

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