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My Week With Marilyn 2011
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my week with marilyn
michelle williams
marilyn monroe
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eddie redmayne
kenneth branagh
julia ormond
dougray scott
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I’m quiet on the outside
An all-wrecking, raging storm on the inside
I can’t speak,
Because I fear I can only produce inhuman cries
But my inner screams overwhelm any external sound
I don't blame u for not seeing behind my hollow eyes
I don't blame u for not hearing anything but silence
And I don't blame u for not feeling my hart-, hart breaking in my chest, over and over again
But I wish u would just hold me, and tell me I'll be okay. That somehow, this all-consuming pain is not going to kill me. That I will come out of this, stronger.
I wish I could distance myself from this destruction,
But I belong in the center of the hurricane
Because I need this pain, like I need oxygen
So, let my ravel in my agony,
Without it I am nothing
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The FBI was checking the security footage to see what happened to agent Parker, when Ryan’s phone rang. He quickly picked up without checking the number, praying it would be either Claire of Debra.
“Ryan Hardy” he zei tensed.
“Hello, Ryan” Claire answered with a slightly trembling voice.
“Claire!” Ryan exclaimed with a bit of relief in his voice. Mike signaled with his hands and Ryan put the phone on speaker. “Claire, can u tell me where u are? Is Joe with you?”
“I need to read something to u and u need to listen” Claire said, looking at Joe, who smiled encouragingly....
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The titles of my chapters are titles of songs. They are very carefully chosen.

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The first chapter is basically the season 1 finale rewritten. Everything after that is my doing.


“Any last words, agent?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged. “You don’t have to do this”
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help, he and his partner closed the coffin and buried...
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Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....
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It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The schuur wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do u think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way u treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, u won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the jaar either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker...
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“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her hart-, hart pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On seconde thought,” he zei as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...
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Joe was pacing up and down the living room, about to lose his mind, while Molly tried to make him calm down.
“I can’t calm down!” Joe hissed in distress. “In a few minuten Ryan Hardy will be on the doorstep. I don’t suppose he’s coming alone, do you?”
Several police vans parked in front of the house. Turner jumped out of one and gave instructions to his men.
Ryan snuck up to them. “I’ll go in the back” he whispered and without awaiting Turner’s approval he turned around again.
Joe walked to Molly. “I’m really sorry, Molly, but I have no other choice” Before she could...
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Simon reached out his hands and cupped Debra’s wet face. His thumbs wiped her tears, but new ones came instead.
“It’s okay. You’re veilig with me now” he zei comforting.
Mike frowned confused and agitated. He wanted to know what upset Debra so much. “What is he talking about?” he asked a little mad.
Simon glanced at Mike’s back and back to Debra. “You haven’t told him?” Debra shook her head ashamed. "Hey, u don’t have to be ashamed. None of it was your fault. u were the victim”
Debra looked up, her eyes begging and Simon saw her change back into the vulnerable fourteen...
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