Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.
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You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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There was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
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Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
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Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.
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When it comes to reflexes, i’m like a cat. I’m catwoman. I’m invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don’t like water. It impairs us. It’s our kryptonite.
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And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
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Cheshvan starts tonight,” rixon said, “what are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?” “thinking.” “thinking?” “a process by which i use my brain to make a rational decision.
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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Did i really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
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She’ll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!” patch grinned, “i can fly.
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Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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