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Ricky Olson amerikai

1988. szeptember 1. (Seattle, Washington, USA) –

Teljes névRichard Allen Olson lll.
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Ricky Olson: Gloom

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His mask glints in the streetlight as he approaches, half of his face concealed a la the mysterious male lead in The Phantom of the Opera.

Vanity

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With eyes black as coal and tiny twigs for legs, from this angle she's a done-up Holocaust victim. Their eyes meet and, for a split second, there's a spark of recognition.
Rebecca Bigsby.
A few years ago the most popular girl at school, Rebecca is now subsisting on a three-course meal of cocaine, cotton balls and diet soda.
Chelsea, back against the wainscoted wall waiting for a drink, stares at Rebecca and laughs.
How the mighty have fallen.

Vanity

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“Hello, this is Jenny speaking, can I ask why you're calling today?” I tap the pencil on the desktop calendar, staring at the empty squares.
Silence.
This happens every once in a while. I get it. Sometimes it takes a few minutes to work up the nerve to tell a complete stranger that you want to die.

1-800

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The man approaches the counter, the heels of his polished shoes clacking on the scuffed, scrached wood floors. “Actually, I'm not really here to buy anything. I'm here because you desperately need something from me.”

The Snowglobe

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“I guess I reckon you'd take my soul or somethin',” and he chuckles at the absurdity of the sentence.
The man, in his all black, under his perfectly groomed hair, leans over the counter on two bony elbows. He strokes his hairless chin and shrugs, his mouth dipping down on both sides. “Sure. That's fine. Whatever, just no cheating,”

The Snowglobe

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And I had thought, If you've never loved someone enough to really hurt them, you've never really loved them at all.

Wet Socks

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All I have left of us now, of you, are these bright neon pink and blue and purple socks, sticking out of my coat pockets, still damp from laundry that we'll never share again.

Wet Socks

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She could be sleeping if her eyes were closed. Even with them open and glazed over, she could be a doll.
We all look so peaceful that way, no matter how we die.

Sunshine

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“Why the fuck do we always have to bring God into this, Mabel?”
Megan's giving Mrs. Rivera the death stare and this chandelier above the table looks like a pretty good place to hang myself.

Summitview Crest

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For my older sister, her success was finding God. […] By the time I moved out, I was so sick of hearing about God and religion that I decided if I ever went to Heaven I'd have to apologize to God and excuse myself from his presence because I'd had enough of him for one eternity.

Danny