Oh, my god!โ I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. โShe took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? Youโre under arrest, mister.โ His mouth tilted and a dimple emerged on one cheek as I took his wrist and threw him against a wall. Or, well, urged him toward it. I held him against the cool wood with one hand and frisked him with the other.
Darynda JonesFor one week, all I could think about was drinking margaritas--well, that and running my tongue along Reyes's teeth--but I didn't have salt--or Reyes's teeth. I'd also lacked the energy to leave my apartment to get some--or the desire to stoop low enough to beg Reyes to let me lick his teeth after what he did--so I could only wish for a margarita. And dream of Reyes's teeth. I'd secretly hoped a margarita would magically appear in my hand, but that would mean I would have to put down the remote, and God knew that was not going to happen.
Darynda JonesI shouldโve known the day was going to turn out bad when it started with my father trying to kill me
Darynda JonesThere comes a moment when you know you just aren't going to do anything esle productive for the rest of the day.-T-Shirt
Darynda JonesBefore I tell you, I have to know three things," I said. "Okay." "One, are you sitting down?" "Yes." "Two, are you mentally stable?" "More than you'll ever be." Well, that was uncalled for. "And three, how do you spell schizophrenia?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Nothing. I just wanted to see if you'd tell me.
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