Harley Sullivan:
Then there was my cousin, Jim. He sure was a fine figure of a man... but he fell to pieces when he got married. He got fat, his hair started fallin' out, his teeth went bad. The worse lookin' he got, the better lookin' she got. I mean, she weren't no vampire - nothing like that, at leastways nobody could prove it - but, Lord of Mercy, the worse lookin' he got, the better lookin' she got... until there wasn't nothing much left of him... and she went off back east somewhere and took up with a stone mason.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 10:20