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“Wow,” Wallace said. “That’s sexual harassment. We’re going to sue him. We’re going to sue him for everything he’s worth, just you wait and see. I’ll draft up the papers just as soon as—oh. Right. I’m dead. Goddammit. Don’t let him stick his thermometer in your baked goods!”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Wallace wondered what it said about his life (and death) that he’d ended up in a kitchen in a lopsided house in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing but a bikini.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“Here was a shot of an island in a cerulean sea, the trees so thick, he couldn’t see the ground.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door