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Chameleon in a Candy Store [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Anonymous
  • Author:  Anonymous
  • ISBN-10:  1501169793
  • ISBN-10:  1501169793
  • ISBN-13:  9781501169793
  • ISBN-13:  9781501169793
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Pages:  208
  • Pages:  208
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2017
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2017
  • SKU:  1501169793-11-MING
  • SKU:  1501169793-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100055899
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Anonymous is back with the intoxicating, darkly dangerous, and wildly addictive sequel to hisNew York Timesbestselling debut novelDiary of an Oxygen Thief.

Picking up the story where it left off, the controversial protagonist of cult classicDiary of an Oxygen Thiefretools his advertising skills to seduce women online. It’s a pursuit that quickly becomes a dangerous fixation, often requiring even more creativity and deception than his award-winning ad campaigns. Dazzling, daunting, and darkly hilarious, this spellbinding sequel is a spectacular indictment of a modern love twisted beyond recognition.

This title was previously published asChameleon on a Kaleidoscope.Anonymous is theNew York Timesbestselling author ofDiary of an Oxygen Thief.I knew if I wanted to have sex with a girl within the first three seconds of meeting her. After that, it was just a matter of how much I was willing to put up with to make it happen. This period of putting up with their bullshit was what women called charm. On dates with girls I didn’t even like trying to get into pants that didn’t even fit. Rummaging around inside them looking for what? Had this always been the case even before the drinking? If so, all I’d done was exchange one addiction for another. Far from being free, the prison had just gotten bigger. And they just sat there, protected by the romantic rules of engagement, categorizing my attempts at fucking them. How did I compare to the guy last night? At least he paid for dinner. And wanted children. He was taller too. I was happy to let the gargoyle in my midriff drag me to within fucking distance of these creatures, but even I couldn’t make myself pretend I wanted babies.
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Bobbing and swaying in front of my face as we ascended the steps to her fourth-floor Elizabeth Street apartment was the real reason we’d been together three years. Our evening stroll had been cut short l*

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