I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts. — Stephen King
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts. — Stephen King
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts. — Stephen King
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts. — Stephen King
I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts. — Stephen King
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I never saw any of my dad's stories. My mother said he had piles and piles of manuscripts.

— Stephen King
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