Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.
Darynda JonesWe're like the Three Musketeers, searching for truth and justice and the American way.: Glitch snorted. "More like the Three Blind Mice, stumbling around trying to find a hunk of cheese in the dark.
Darynda JonesโTime-out,โ I said... He twisted his hand around and wound his fingers into mine. โYouโre putting me in time-out?โ โYes,โ I said as a shaky sigh slid through my lips. โIf I don't go, do I get a spanking?โ
Darynda JonesWhere you just possessed?" Cookie asked after a long moment, awe softening her voice. "'Cause let me tell you, sweetheart, if that was possession, I'm selling my soul.
Darynda JonesBut give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.
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