He felt
his usual
vertigo
as he entered
the house.
— Joyce Carol Oates, short story "Labryinth"
(McSweeney's 29)
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January 9, 2012
December 11, 2011
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Certain empty houses
that seemed
to stare
like the faces
of people suffering
from terrible
mental illness.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
that seemed
to stare
like the faces
of people suffering
from terrible
mental illness.
— Stephen King, "11/22/63"
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