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Black Wings Has My Angel
Black Wings Has My Angel
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She had the face of a madonna and a heart made of dollar bills. She was sitting on the floor, naked, in a skitter of green bills. Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death. She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body. She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being. It was a scream that was a whisper and a laugh that was a cry.
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  • Year: 2018
  • Pages: 186
  • ISBN-10: 1515426807
  • ISBN-13: 9781515426806
  • Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, kieti viršeliai
  • Language: English
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She had the face of a madonna and a heart made of dollar bills. She was sitting on the floor, naked, in a skitter of green bills. Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death. She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body. She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being. It was a scream that was a whisper and a laugh that was a cry.

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  • Author: Elliott Chaze
  • Publisher:
  • Year: 2018
  • Pages: 186
  • ISBN-10: 1515426807
  • ISBN-13: 9781515426806
  • Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, kieti viršeliai
  • Language: English English

She had the face of a madonna and a heart made of dollar bills. She was sitting on the floor, naked, in a skitter of green bills. Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death. She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body. She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being. It was a scream that was a whisper and a laugh that was a cry.

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