... Whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones. In the long reaches of what had become chronic insomnia John G. Rarick found himself mentally mouthing to himself phrases such as this: I am a rich man. I am a very rich man. Me, John G., rich!…
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