So long, Mickey Spillane

"Velda was watching me with the tip of her tongue clenched between
her teeth. There wasn't any kitten-softness about her now. She was
big and she was lovely, with the kind of curves that made you want to
turn around and have another look. The lush fullness of her lips had
tightened into the faintest kind of snarl and her eyes were the
carnivorous eyes you could expect to see in the jungle watching you
from behind a clump of bushes.''

Associated Press, "Mystery Writer Mike Spillane Dies at 88"

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