Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.
D. J. MacHaleIt wasn't that I didn't trust Mark's flying, it was just that, okay, I didn't trust Mark's flying.
D. J. MacHaleMax Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that? Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?
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