Is it just me or does the fact that you live in the same building you were abducted into seem a bit morbid?" "Pffft. It’s just you," I said, discounting the entire bizarre ghoulish thing.

If Cameron kidnaps you, kills you, then buries your lifeless body in a shallow grave in the desert where your remains lay decomposing for several decades until they're accidentally discovered by some guy on a journey to awaken his spirit at the Salinas Pueblo Missions, can I have your iMac?" I gaped at her. "You've really thought this out. "I love your iMac." "I love my iMac too, and you're not getting her." "But you'll be decomposing.

A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it. It was fun while it lasted.

I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.

I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

Come here often?' I asked instead, humoring no one but myself. So it was totally worth it.

God I loved Sammy. I’d considered marrying him, but his wife got upset when I asked for his hand.