Best Reads of 2014...

(Links to my reviews)
Playing for Keeps (Neighbor from Hell #1) by: R.L. Mathewson
Lick (Stage Dive, #1) by: Kylie Scott

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One of my greatest joys is the time I spend reading. And I could go into all the reasons I love to read but in the end the only thing you need to know is I LOVE to read.
And with that in mind I love to let people know about what I am reading and if it is worth their time or not.
Please take a look at my reviews and know that reviews are subject to the reviewer. So take them or leave them here they are.
Great book, loved it. Would highly recommend it.
Good book.
This was a good book. I didn't have anything glaringly bad with it, nor did I see anything that really stood out. I liked it.
I didn't really enjoy it.
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Friday, September 25, 2015

Blog take over: Sin Eater Episode 1.1

You've heard rumblings about it, now it's finally here. SIN EATER by Pavarti K. Tyler and Jessica West is available now on Amazon.com. Check out my review and the giveaway at the end of this post!
Episode 1.1 is FREE 9/25 & 9/26 so grab your copy NOW. After that it will be $0.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited: Amazon.com
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From Award-Winning Author Pavarti K. Tyler and Speculative Fiction Author Jessica West, comes a Dark Urban Fantasy serial about evil, and the next step in its evolution.
**This is Episode ONE in a seven part urban fantasy/horror serial**
A Sin Eater who battles demons for souls
A Priest who must protect what he most desires, even from himself,
A rogue Romani mortician with an attitude, a secret, and a powerful weapon,
And a Secret Order of the Church who knows more than they’re saying…

Nikolai Grekh is the last Sin Eater.
Born into a world rampant with demon possession, Nik Grekh struggles to keep Hell’s hordes from consuming the world, but he grows weary of the constant battle against sin. Evil grows stronger as more souls are lost. With each new possession growing increasingly violent, Nik fears he may be losing the war.
When Nik confronts a demon he can barely defeat, he reaches out to the only man who can save him. The only man he trusts. The one man he can never have…
Evil has resided alongside humanity since the beginning of time, feeding on our weaknesses, our vices. Our sins. It hungers for our souls, its demonic offspring possessing humans, corrupting, manipulating, using us as unwitting pawns in a supernatural chess match for the ultimate price: life.
The Crucifixion of Christ saved humanity once. What will it take to save us this time?
*contains mature content, offensive themes, and general deviance*
Sin Eater 1.1 is approximately 10,000 words or 45 pages, and is the first of seven episodes in the first season of the Sin Eater serial. If you don’t enjoy serials, you can pre-order the full Box Set on Amazon.

A Note About Serials: These are not stand alone books, however, if that drives you crazy, you can PREORDER the full box set now: Season1Box
For those reading alone as each episode is released, here is the full schedule:
Sin Schedule
Episode Publication Date
Episode 1 9/25/2015
Episode 2 9/25/2015
Episode 3 10/9/2015
Episode 4 10/23/2015
Episode 5 11/6/2015
Episode 6 11/20/2015
Episode 7 12/4/2015
Box Set 12/15/2015

Read an Excerpt
Nik's hand dripped blood and his forehead throbbed.
"You can't kill this man and that's the only way you'll get rid of me. You can't take an innocent life without opening yourself up to my kind. So go ahead, kill him, and then I'll wrap myself in your shell and consume your soul." The monster licked its lips.
“Bullshit.”
The leaky, red eyes of the demon’s host displayed the first real signs of fear. It was all but beat. He was almost finished.
"Behold and obey. By the power of Christ, invested in me by the Kingdom of Heaven and its mighty King, I command you to yield. For this vessel is a child of God, sacred unto him."
Beads of sweat popped out on the brow of the man before him, now crouching and glaring up at Nik. One side of his face had melted away, leaving only sinew and bone. He curled his arms and fists, making his biceps bulge with effort.
His voice, empowered by his birthright and emboldened by experience, rang clear in the night. "I exorcise thee, every unclean spirit, in the name of God," Nik pressed his bloody palm against the demon's forehead, "and in the name of Jesus, and in the name of the Holy Spirit!"
Nik drew the sign of the cross on the demon's flesh with his own blood.
"Tell me your name! The blood of Christ compels you!"
The man's bulging muscles shook. He ground his teeth, trying his best to stop from revealing his name and giving Nik the only thing he needed to destroy him. He screamed, a long and low furious yell that revealed the only thing that might have kept him safe: "Naamah."
Nik slapped his wet palm onto the man's sweaty forehead. "I exorcise thee, Naamah, in the name of God, and in the name of Jesus," Nik's hand burned the man's flesh, but he couldn't stop, "and in the name of the Holy Spirit." He pulled his face close until the two were eye-to-eye.
The black from the demon's eyes receded into its head, traveling the surface of the man's skin and turning it gray. He opened his mouth and a black cloud rushed out, choking its former host as it was expelled.
The monster let out a shriek as the last of its hold on the man was ripped out, sliding out of his human host's mouth and into a black glob on the street.
The man came to his senses. Confusion showed in his eyes as his mind was once again able to access his body. As the evil left the man's body, he slumped to the ground and Nik lowered with him. Nik stayed just long enough to make sure the man's pulse was stable. His job was to get the evil out, not to worry about what happened after.
Nik’s head spun, he was too exhausted, sick, and confused to reason it out. He’d exorcised the demon. That’s all that mattered. He’d figure out the particulars later.
The blood on Nik's hand glowed a deep red in the darkness as he reached out and grabbed the evil before him. With a silent prayer, he picked it up, black sin wrapping around his fingers like tentacles. Bile rose in his mouth at the thought of what he needed to do next. Twice in one night.
The throb in his head began again and Nik stuffed the evil into his mouth, swallowing its slick putrid essence in one gulp.
Nik stood, but he swayed and leaned heavily on the wall to his left, unable to see through the dark haze that descended over his eyes. He felt like someone had snuffed him out. Cold gripped his body, seeping into his bones, pulling him down, crushing him in its icy fist.
He instantly regretted treating this one as he had every other. He should have known better. There was nothing about this possession that had been like the others. After everything he went through to beat this thing, he came right back around to the same thought as before. This would be the one that killed him.

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Monday, September 21, 2015

Release Day Bliz -- CHASING DAYLIGHT (Carolina Days #3) by Carey Heywood

CHASING DAYLIGHT (Carolina Days #3) by Carey Heywood 



Title: Chasing Daylight (Carolina Days, #3)
Author: Carey Heywood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 17, 2015

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Synopsis
Mitch Brooks exists day to day by keeping the world around him at arms length. There is no going back to the man he once was. That man was broken in a way there’s no fixing. Any hope outside of that is nothing but wishful thinking, until he meets her.
McKenzie Williams needed an escape. The last thing she needed was a scary beautiful man beating down her door in the middle of the night. Now, if only their paths would stop crossing, she could convince herself she didn’t feel a connection to him. Life has shown her the dreams she once held dear will never come true for her. Mitch struggles to get past the walls he’s built around himself while McKenzie works to build hers brick by brick. When the outside world exposes the vulnerabilities in his façade she abandons her own fears to stand by him. Will she be the one to save him from the darkness within him, or will he forever be chasing daylight?
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Excerpt
What is that noise? Lifting up from my pillow, I shake my head and listen for it again. I don’t have to wait long. A pounding strong enough to shake the entire building comes from downstairs. It takes me a moment to place where I am. The pile of boxes and trash bags in the corner are a quick reminder that North Carolina is a fresh start. The pounding comes again and I hurry out of bed, grabbing my robe as I make my way to the stairs. Since the place isn’t opening for another month, I’ve been leaving the door to my unit open at night. Clinching my robe tight around my waist, I take the stairs two at a time. It’s a back stair, colonial style, letting out at what was once a kitchen. When I turn at the bottom of the stairs, I have a straight line of sight to the front door. The view greeting me stuns me into to an unexpected standstill; so much, that my body rocks from the impact of it. The front door is steel with a window making up the top half of the door, steel trim surrounding it. There, lifting an arm that looks as thick as my leg is a mountain of a man. Three things hit me at that moment; first, if I can see him, he can see me; second, it’s the middle of the night, and third, I have no clue what to do. “Hey,” he booms. I’m shocked the window is still intact not only from his pounding but from the impact of his voice. At the sound of it, I jump, but don’t move any closer to him. “I need help,” he continues. At that moment, I realize he has only knocked with one hand and is cradling something in his other arm. The roots holding my feet in place retreat, and without thought, I dash to the door and begin unlocking it. There’s the regular door handle lock, a deadbolt, and a slide lock at the top of the door. Tugging the door open the stranger wastes no time in advancing into the room. I step out of his way and move toward the light switch. Once the room is flooded with light, my brain processes the sight before me. He has to be 6’4 maybe even taller, with dark brown hair at least a year past its last haircut, and a face that’s at least half a month overdue for a shave. His shoulder stops my perusal of him, or rather what’s over his shoulder. “Oh, my God. What happened?” I ask, rushing over to look at what appears to be a German shepherd he’s holding. “He’s wheezing and vomiting. I don’t know why.” I gulp at the tremble that was unmistakable in his words. My mouth drops as my eyes fully connect with his golden brown ones for the first time. “Where should I put him?” he asks, looking around. “I’m not a vet,” I stammer. His brows furrow and he half turns to glance out the still open door and to the clearly illuminated sign that says 24 hour Critter Haven and Spa. “We don’t open for another month,” I stammer in an attempt to explain. His head turns back to me, the gold in his eyes no longer panicked, now hard. “Save my fucking dog.” His words whip out like a physical blow and I lift my hands to protect myself. It’s now that I fear for my safety. Now, after letting in a stranger, a giant one who is clearly not in his right mind, I’m afraid.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author with six books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-mannered citizen, Carey spends her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.


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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Interview -- Ryder


You voted and here it is, my interview with Ryder for Shadow Play. 

 I’m sitting in a nondescript coffee house in Salt Lake City, UT. (Beans & Brew). Because I’ve been told: “Just because you write the shit, doesn’t mean you are trustworthy to visit.” Which I find rather ironic. I mean I did write it didn’t I?

  So with that in mind I am waiting for Ryder, and I assume Kyra to come to me because I am not allowed to go The Staten. And again the irony of the situation is not lost on me. I’m sipping my favorite coffee, a Caramel Cielo and wondering briefly if meeting in a coffee house for a Tracker’s sense of smell isn’t a bad idea maybe I should have picked a book store or a park. But then I hear it the deep rumble of a motorcycle, you know the kind that you feel deep in your chest before your ears register the sound. And part of me wants to jump up and run to the windows. But I force myself to stay in my chair, I notice several of the women in the coffee house look up to appreciate the view, and I know it’s him. And I wonder for a second if I should have scoped out the back exit. After all, I wrote him, and I know how freaking dangerous he is.

  As the door opens and the air is displaced the first thing I realize about him is that he is so much bigger in real life. Like HOLY SHIT, he is larger than life! And I’m in awe, the next thing I notice is the way he scans the entire restaurant in one glance. I wonder if the other patrons realize that the larger than life guy that just walked in is capable of killing them with his bare hands.

  And Kyra is following him, and she is just as beautiful as he is out of this world. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the different smells. I can almost see her cataloging all the different smells and lives. And I wonder what I have created here. I lock eyes with Kyra, and she winks as she pushes past Ryder on her way to the counter and places an order. Once that is done they both make their way over to the booth, I am sitting in and Kyra slides in first the Ryder.

  Kyra gives me a large smile, “How are you today Christie?” she asks. I’m just speechless for a moment.

  “Are you mute?” Ryder finally asks, and I turn to him.

  “No.” I stumble. “I just can’t believe I’m sitting here. It’s a serial feeling.”

  Kyra laughs softly, “Tell us about it.”

  I nod, and motion to my notepad full of questions, “Um do you just want me to get started?”

  Ryder glares at my notepad and reaches over and grabs it, “Hey!” I say, he can’t just take things away from me I should be in charge. But he raises one eyebrow at me like I’m going to stop him, right?

  “My favorite color is black. I train in my spare time. My most important thing in the world is Kyra and my brothers. Favorite food is steak. Favorite drink is water. Shoe size? Seriously?” he rolled his eyes. Guess that means he wasn’t going to answer that one. “Music? I listen to whatever Kyra puts on my iPod. I don’t watch movies or TV. Scariest monster I have ever come across?” He sighed and rolled his eyes again. I think he might have gotten that trait from Kyra because she does that a lot. And I was getting sick to my stomach because this interview was not going the way I had planned. But luckily I was saved because the barrister called out their order, and he threw my notepad down on the table.

  Kyra grabbed it and looked at it, “Can I give you some advice?”

  “Please.” Because I needed all the help I could get at this point.

  “Stop letting him control the interview,” Kyra said with a smile. “He thinks he can intimidate you.” I look over at Ryder and then it’s me that’s rolling my eyes, “Have you seen the man? He’s like…” and I want to rest my head against the coolness of the tabletop.

  “Yes, I know,” Kyra says with a pat on my hand. “But take control, you can do it.” She pulls her hand away as Ryder returns with two coffee cups. One for himself and one for Kyra.

  “Ryder?” I say taking a deep breath, I use my mother tone, the one that makes my kids listen to me. “What kind of coffee are you drinking?” I ask.

  He blinked, which made me blink. “Eye Opener.” See I was expecting black. Surprise, surprise.

  “What do you do when nobody is looking?”

  Ryder: “Read.”

  Me: “What are you reading?”

  Ryder: “None of your business.”

  Kyra chuckled, and I knew I had to have this answer.

  Me: “You promised you would answer all my questions.”

  Kyra: “You did promise.”

  Ryder: “Did you know women are very hard to understand?”

  Me: “Matter of opinion.”

  Ryder: “Fact. I don’t understand women. I don’t think I ever will.”

  Me: “So you are doing something to rectify this?”

  Ryder shrugged, “Trying to figure you out. I tried some self-help books, but that was all bullshit. So I’ve been reading some romance novels.”

  My mouth fell open, actually fell open. Kyra reached over and closed it for me. “I think I might have heard you wrong. Can you please repeat that last part for me?”

  He speaks very slowly for me, “I said I have been ready romance novels in the hope of understanding women.” Kyra nodded as he spoke, and I turn to her. “I don’t understand what he is trying to accomplish.”

  Ryder looked at Kyra and then back to me, “See that’s because she is a woman. Women are complicated creatures. Ask Marcus he will agree, and he and Celeste are connected with a mind link.”

  Me: “Um not about to ask Marcus to explain women to me with Celeste sitting next to him.”

  Ryder grunts, “Yeah, pretty sure Celeste would kick your ass.” I can’t agree more.

  “Okay, so who are you currently reading?” I can’t wait to hear this. “Do you read paranormal? Chick-lit? Erotica?”

  Ryder looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, “I read all sorts of romance. I don’t pigeon hole myself to just one genre’. But I don’t read paranormal because it just pisses me off with how wrong they all get it.” I guess that makes sense.

  “So who are you currently reading?” I ask again. And I swear if Ryder was ever going to blush this was the time, but I don’t think Ryder is capable of blushing I just don’t think it’s in his genes.

  “His favorite at the moment is Nora Roberts,” Kyra explains, of course, everyone loves her I think. “Julie Garwood historical stuff” Another excellent author. “And Johanna Lindsay.”

  I’m pretty speechless, “So is it helping?”

  Kyra gives me a huge smile, and Ryder looks uncomfortable. “None of your business.”

  Me: “So you won’t say if you understand women better?”

  Ryder: “Women are still a mystery. Do you have any other questions?”

  I think for a moment not daring to even look at my notepad for help. “What do you want the fans to know about the Trackers?”

  Ryder: “Not a fucking thing.”

  Me: “Ouch, guess I walked right into that one.”

  Ryder gave me the first real smile since this interview started. And instead of reassuring me it sends chills down my spine.

  Me: “What are you and Kyra working on right now?”

  Ryder: “Secret mission, so if I told you I’d have to kill you.”

  I look from Ryder to Kyra, and they are both unreadable. Again the irony of the situation isn’t lost on me.

  Me: “You realize I’m the author here right?”

  Ryder: “Yup, but even you don’t know everything all the time. Sometimes we characters are building arc’s in the background while shit is happening in other places.” He winks at me and the chills I have increased tenfold.

  Me: “There sure are a lot of irons in the fire right now Ryder. The Tribunal is messing around right now. The Reapers are in a lot of trouble, and your brothers are getting more involved than ever.” I warn.

  Ryder: “Shit never goes the way it’s supposed to, does it, Christie.” He slides out of the booth and holds out his hand for Kyra.

  Kyra gives me a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Keep yourself safe and keep writing your stories because the real history needs to be written. Something the Druids forgot to do a long time ago.” I slide out of the booth, and Kyra wraps her arms around me, and the fear from seconds before is washed away.

  I extend my hand to Ryder, “Thank you for the interview, Ryder.”

  He looks from my hand to my face and then finally takes my hand. His hand is warm and large enveloping mine as he shakes, and then release’s it. I following them to the door and watch as they climb onto the large Harley they never look back as they pull away and drive off.



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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Healthy Writer Wednesday - 09/09/2015 Try Something New

Healthy Writer Wednesday: Try Something New

  The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome.

  This goes the same when working out and eating healthy. You’ve probably heard this before, and I’m not asking you to do something outrageously different. If you’ve read any of my Healthy Writer Wednesday posts you know I just want you to make small changes.

  So what is considered a small change? If you are only doing cardio? I want you to throw in some weight lifting. Now I don’t mean going into the weight lifting area of your gym and doing something that will make you so sore that you never want to look at another set of dumbbells for the rest of your life. No, I want you to start small. If you are doing 30 min. of cardio a day (which is what the American Heart Assoc. recommends) Then I want you to throw some light weights into the mix, like for the last ten minutes of your cardio work out I want you to do 5lb dumbbell curls. Or if you want you can venture into the weight room and do some upper body. Keep in mind you will want to do light weights. Do NOT jump into a weight lifting routine with heavy weights just because you have been doing cardio for the last six month. Over doing anything will only burn yourself out and leave you so sore you won’t be able to do anything. It’s about starting slow and then moving up to more heavy weights. You can download wonderful apps on your phone or print out great workouts from the internet. I love www.bodybuilding.com for ideas on different kinds of workouts. Another great resource for workouts is pintrest boards you can find fun and great works there as well. But don’t get stuck looking at workouts and forget that you actually need to do the workout.

 Another thing to keep in mind is stagnation. If you feel that your workout has stalled and isn’t going anywhere you need to try something else. This happens when you have been doing the same thing over and over again. I know this has happened to me before, I find something I like and do it until my body gets used to the exercise and I almost do it by memory. My body and my metabolism finds a way to work around it and I stop losing weight and I get tired again. It’s the definition of insanity, I am eating right and exercising like a crazy person. But I’m not losing any weight, you see it all the time at the gym and on the scale. So here are a couple of ideas to mix it up: (this is by no means a definitive list, and please before starting any exercise routine or something new check with your physician to make sure it is safe for you and your body.)
  • Try Zumba if you have never done it, it’s a fun and wonderful way to mix up your exercise routine.
  • Step class! Throw on that headband, step class isn’t just for hard core 1990’s spandex junky.
  • Try yoga, if you’ve never done yoga now is the time for lean strong muscle.
  • Bikram yoga. Hot, hot, hot yoga. Bring a towel and find a hot studio near you today.
  • Aerial yoga, and go weightless. Hang ten, or upside down. New craze sweeping through the nation.
  • Boxing anyone? Kick some ass to mix up your workout routine.
  • How about some Kickboxing, Tae-bo still a popular way to burn some extra calories.
  • Cycling either inside or out, it’s a blast. Get your but in a seat today.
  • Row Row Row your rowing machine. Find a rowing class today for a full body workout.
  • Swimming class isn’t just for the old. Dive into a swimming pool and swim yourself thin.
  • Cross fit – for those wanting a hard core fitness experience.


  Changing it up, sends a signal to your body and metabolism do something different and you will burn more calories. Your body is amazing like that. And who knows you might find something you love and enjoy.

  Let me know if you find something new and exciting I am always looking for something new and interesting. 












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Monday, September 7, 2015

My Opinion Monday - 09-07/2015 Bestseller List

My Opinion Monday – Superstar Status or making the Bestsellers Lists


  So I’ve been asked recently about making the bestseller’s lists. And like every writer out there I have some strong opinions about it. Now don’t get me wrong, like ever writer I want to make the bestsellers lists and if a writer or author tells you different they are lying to you. It’s human nature to want to be the best. We would never have climbed out of the swamps if we hadn’t wanted to better ourselves.

  So yes I want to make the bestsellers list, I want to be able to put on the covers of my novels that I am a bestseller. But more than that when I sit down in front of my computer and it’s just me and my words, me and my imagination, me and the characters I write? I want to touch people, I want to know that in some way my writing is making a difference. Because authors have done that for me, books have touched me in a way that make me a better author. Books have opened my imagination, built a fire in my imaginary world to such extremes I can do nothing but write.

  But back to the bestsellers list. There are several lists: The New York Times, USA Today, Amazon Top 100, Barnes and Noble Top 100, Publishers Weekly Bestseller, NPR, even the Wall Street Journal has a bestseller list. These are all nationally polled lists and the majority if not all the authors on these lists are published via large publishing companies. I am a humble indie-published writer, does that mean I will never be a bestseller? Hell no! I am working my butt off writing my stories. Publishing my books, not to become a bestseller specifically but to get my stories told. Being a bestseller would be a wonderful, spectacular, life affirming perk. But that’s all it would be a perk. It won’t change how I write or why I write.

  Better than a bestseller? Fans telling me how much they love my books, fans telling me my books helped them, fans telling me that reading my books motivated them to write their own books. Now that would be awesome!










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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Snippet Sunday -- 09-06-2015


Well it's Snippet Sunday and I agonized over what I should do. Should I do something from a past novel or from book 4...
And lucky lucky you I have decided to share a little of book 4 with you.

Hunter looked down the dark hallway and swallowed the past the urge to break the man in half. Treachery was wrapped around the Guardian and he wanted nothing to do with him but to throw him into a pit in the ninth level of the Infernos. First though he would need to get whatever he was betraying and turn it over to Dante. Then the bastard belonged to him.
Hunter checked behind several doors but found nothing interesting. James finally pushed past him, “Last door, dumbass.” James snapped, pushing past him. Hunter was going to enjoy making James scream.
Hunter followed him into the last room and stopped short. “Who is she?”
“None of your business.” James spat.
Hunter grabbed the Guardian and pinned him up against the wall, “Who is she?” he growled.
James sputtered his eyes wide. “I’m not telling you. She belongs to me. I will only tell Dante.”
It took everything Hunter had not to shake the hell out of him, or kick the shit out of him. But Dante had sent him to answer the Reaper call. So few people used the damn think anymore.
Hunter threw James to the floor and walked to the bed, the woman looked unharmed. She was beautiful, light skinned and blonde nearly white hair curled around her face. There was something very light about her. Hunter couldn’t place her Other side. But she was light if he ever saw it. He growled and turned back to James, “Are you her Guardian?” he demanded.
James had pulled himself to his feet, “I refuse to say anything else. I will only answer to Dante now.”
“You’re an idiot.” Hunter told him. He picked up the woman gently and turned back to James as he started to argue and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Without warning he Flashed them to the Infernos.

James landed on his knees, which was a good place for him to be. 


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