the secret history bot

tweeting donna tartt’s “the secret history” every hour.

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unfortunately CBDQ hosted my poor bot😢 i think i backed up her script somewhere, so if i can access it i may try to keep her running some other way. she was my baby girl and beloved by most (hated by several). thank you for all the good times, i hope i will return someday,

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@jihyoslefteyeb1 https://t.co/D4cGx5mQCm it’s loads of love, which has never been performed by ethel merman lol. i think bunny was mistaken.

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'I want my dinner,' sang Bunny, 'and conversation, and … something, dum-te-dum.' 'Don’t know.' 'I don’t know, either. Ethel Merman sings it.'

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guys please tell me this is real

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BFFR

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@frncisabernthy i miss you too

[the secret history bot @bot_tsh]

unfortunately CBDQ hosted my poor bot😢 i think i backed up her script somewhere, so if i can access it i may try to keep her running some other way. she was my baby girl and beloved by most (hated by several). thank you for all the good times, i hope i will return someday,

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beauty is terror, etc etc

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@patientlvr no :(

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et tu, brute?

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@millyswinter no i’m only able to communicate beyond the grave

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Bunny gave him a long, hard look. 'Jesus,' he said. 'What you doing, burying the dead?' Henry smiled. 'Actually, it’s very lucky you happened by.'

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Charles tried to get up. Henry mashed him back down. He tried to get up a second time and Henry slapped him across the face with his open hand with a whack that was louder than the gunshots

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Camilla, flushed and sleepy, trailed her hand in the water. Yellow birch leaves blew from the trees and drifted down to rest on the surface.

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'Tell me,' Bunny said, and I thought I detected for the first time a note of suspicion. 'Just what the Sam Hill are you guys doing out here anyway?' The woods were silent, not a sound. Henry smiled. 'Why, looking for new ferns,' he said, and took a step towards him.

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It’s beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.

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Oh, nothing, but like two or three in the morning, whispering, you’ve got to wonder.

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Anything is grand if it’s done on a large enough scale,

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The twins were in Virginia, sequestered at their grandmother’s, incommunicado. Camilla sent me three postcards that summer and called me twice. Then in October, when I was back at school, she wrote to say that Charles had stopped drinking, hadn’t had a drop for over a month.

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He came over when Charles was out and moved her there, lock, stock and barrel. Charles came home and her things were gone. Can you imagine?

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Charles had a bloody bitemark on his arm that he had no idea how he’d got, but it wasn’t a human bite. Too big. And strange puncture marks instead of teeth.