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Doing nothing is hard. You never know when you're done.
Drink coffee! Do stupid things faster and with more energy!
You kidnapped me," I said to Donovan. - "We didn't kidnap you. We borrowed you." - "You took me hostage." - "Which is like borrowing.
You agreed to be tied up when there is a legion of demons after you?" - "Yes. I didn't really think of it in those terms." He released an exasperated sigh and started forward. - "Someday, I will understand how that mind of uours works.
Hi! I'm Trouble. heard you were looking for me.
I hadnt's gotten this many answers from Reyes in, well, never. I decided to tease him a bit. "You still owe me a million dollars." - "Take off your clothes." - "No." - "I'll give you a million dollars to take off your clothes." - "Okay." I lifted my sweater, then paused. Pulling it back down, I said, "I thought you didn't have any money." - "I don't. But you can still take that off.
(...) and I decided to get ump on my letter writing Gemma insisted upon as a form of therapy. Usually therapists stuck to journaling, so letter writing was an interesting twist. I figured I'd write to Santa. Christmas had come and gone, but I'd missed it, as I was not talking to anyone except for the sales people for the Buy Home Channel at the time, and they didn's seem to want to spend Christmas with me. (...) I took out pen and paper and jotted down my thoughts. " Dear Santa, What the fuck?
When I want your opinion, I'll remove the duct tape.
Only two things in life are certain. Guess which one I am. - Charley Davidson, grim reaper
Insanity does not run in my family. It strolls through, takes its time and gets to know everyone personally!
What was like in hell?" He waved his beer in the air. "You know. Hot. Lots of screaming. Lots of agony. I would not recommend it for a vacation spot.
You're really loud in the shower," Amber said. I could only imagine what Artemis (Charley's ghost-dog) knocking me into the wall repeatedly sounded like from out here. "Yeah, I tripped". "Seven times?" - "Yes" - "Oh, okay. Well, just wanted to say that I'm sorry Charley. I didn't mean to do that. With Reyes. I didn't mean to embarrass you." - "Embarrass me?" I gathered her into my arms. "Amber, you could never embarass me." - Never?" she asked. "Never." - "One time, I yelled across the store to Mon and asked if she wanted the regular or the super-absorbent tampons. I added that according to the box, the super-absorbent were for those heavy days. Then I asked her to rate her heaviness on a scale of one to ten." - "Okay, you could.
But Gemma rarely drank. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. And I drank only on special occasions. Like Friday and Saturday. Cookie on the other hand... "Woooooooooohooooooooo!" Cookie raised her arms in triumph. No idea why. "I haven't had thith much fun thince... thince..." She seemed at a loss for coherent words, but she recovered quickly and pointed toward the door. " Thince Reyeth Farlow walked through that door! And, my god, doeth that boy know how to walk.
(...) I could not stop looking at his handsome face. At his sensual mouth and strong jaw. His straight nose and thick lashes. He was a miracle. A godsend. And a pain in the ass, but so was I, so I couldn't faut him that.
Don’t judge me because I’m quiet.
No one plans a murder out loud.
Uncle Bob held up a hand. "Now, Charley, you have to admit, your behavior has been a little erratic lately." I crossed my arms. "When is my behavior not erratic?" "She has a point", he said to Gemma.
What did he say?" - "Oh, you know, he talked about the boys back home, the fact that he wanted to rip out my jugular and drink my blood, your father's plan to take over the world...
You tried to kill me with blanks?" - "Yes." He nodded, then caught himself and shook his head. "No, I mean..." - "Isn't it counterproductive?
He spoke at last. " I thought we agreed you'd stay in your apartment." - "You agreed," I said, lifting a notepad to inspect it. I couldn't read the writing. "With yourself apparently, because I remember refusing to.
We are enemies, Dutch. A princess and a pawn, each from opposing sides." One corner of his sensual mouth lifted. " They would be quite disappointed knowing how we've gotten along." I leaned up and looked down at him. "So, what? I'm supposed to kill you or something?" He ran a fingertip over my mouth. "Yes. It is why you were sent." - "Well, that sucks." So there's a guy hotter than a Rolex from Sale's Pawnshop living on Earth, and they send ME to kill him? Clearly I came from a race of crazy people!
We were halfway to the door when Reyes whipped me around to face him, clutching my shoulders in a death grip, his expression more angry than, say, understanding. So, naturally, I got annoyed. I'd just barfed. Did he have no sense of decency? Sadly, I could do nothing about it at the moment. I swallowed again and tried to push at his arms.
"Get in that Jeep of yours and get out of here, or I swear by all that is holly-" While I was totally into the conversation and had every intention of listening to his seven thousandth threat, certain I'd take it to heart, I heard another crack. It was quickly followed by a guttural moan. Then another crack. And another moan that seemed more like the screech of a wounded owl. I looked to my left, to where Reyes's oppponent lay dead. Only he was't dead. He was up on all fours, craning his neck from side to side as though popping it after a long night's sleep.
Welcome back. I see the assassins have failed.
No one except me blackmailed my friends and got away with it.
Happiness isn’t good enough. I demand euphoria!