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Robert Blake muere: actor en 'Baretta' y 'A sangre fría' tenía 89 años, venció al rap de asesinato en la vida real.
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"Imagination, of course, can open any door—turn the key and let terror walk right in."
In Cold Blood (p. 88) by Truman Capote
Robert Blake muere: actor en 'Baretta' y 'A sangre fría' tenía 89 años, venció al rap de asesinato en la vida real.
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What a shame. || S.R x Fem!Reader
Pairing:Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Content warning: None just two idiots in love and obiously spencer rambling
Summary:Spencer and Reader like each other but are both too shy to admit it
Word count: 299
Author's Note: I was lowkey bored and remembered I have tumblr so here we are, If yall can please comment and like that would be highly appreciated and enjoy!
I watch in admiration as Spencer fixes his glasses, his slim finger pressing them up towards the bridge of his nose as he continues reading his book with a slight smile. “Hey spencer what'chu reading?” I ask curiously as he looks up at me with those big brown mesmerizing eyes, “In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, it's actually quite interesting.” Nodding slowly I tilt my head in curiosity, “What's it about?” I ask as I almost see his eyes light up “Well it's a nonfiction novel by the American author Truman Capote, first published in 1966.
It details the 1959 murders of four members of the Clutter family in the small farming community of Holcomb, Kansas.” I nod my head with a smile as he continues, “Truman Capote supposedly compiled 8000 pages of notes while researching In Cold Blood. Capote arrived in Kansas to research In Cold Blood just weeks after the November 1959 murders, and he spent time with the killers in the hours before they were hanged at Kansas State Penitentiary in April 1965.”
Intently I listen as he states all sorts of facts even some apparent secrets and fidget with my fingers as he then finishes, glancing at me he tilts his head as if studying and memorizing my features, I look at him my cheeks slightly red as I mumble a quick “Interesting.” His brows furrowed together as he leaned forward, “Why do you get flustered everytime I look at you?” he tilts his head a little more awaiting an answer, his gaze slightly falling to my lips “I don't know it”, “yes you do, but for some reason you won't tell me”. “Well I don't kiss and tell so…” his eyes widened as he leaned back again sinking into his seat “that's a shame.”
The end!!!!!