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Rambo was a Green Beret," Hannah said. "Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.
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I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble..." "yeah." She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.
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Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.
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She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.
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Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.
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I'm worried he's going to ... do something crazy." "He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.
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Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.
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Moi?” He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. “You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way.
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You’re kind of a psycho. I get that.” “I might be,” Monica agreed, and gave her a slow, strange smile. “You’re one smart little freak. Now run away, smart little freak, before I change my mind and stick you in one of these old suitcases for some architect to find a hundred years from now.” Claire blinked. “Archaeologist.” Monica’s eyes turned winter cold. “Oh, you’d better start running away now.
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Take her home. And-" "Say nothing- yes, yes, I heard you the first seven hundred times," Myrnin said, much too sharply. "I'm ancient. I'm not deaf.
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God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~
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Don't play his game. Play yours.
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I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often.
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It's an illusion, control," Naomi said. "You ought to understand that by now, young Claire. We are never in control of our destinies, even the strongest of us. All we can hope to do is not be too badly damaged by events.
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Harte sent one of her revived men after him, and Pat sent him back in boxes.
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You brought me grenades. You are officially the best girlfriend ever.
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You are so lucky I'm too tired to murder you right now.
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I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser
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Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.
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Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time.” Claire
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Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
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As I was smoothing on the last handful across the top of my thigh, I noticed I had company. Lewus was standing there watching me, eyes half-closed but not in the least sleepy. He'd put on his blue jeans, but nothing else... very sexy. I couldn't help but take in the view.
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She doesn’t usually back down that easily.” “Maybe she’s got class.” Eve snorted. “Trust me,” she said. “That girl’s got no class at all.
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Eeek,” Shane said. Nothing. Right, Amazon princess, I got the point.
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