We really should get some X-rays,โ the EMT said. โYou just want to fondle my extraneous body parts,โ I said to the EMT.
Darynda JonesHeโd actually hit me! It didnโt matter that hitting me wasnโt really like hitting a regular girl and Iโd be completely healed in a matter of hours. I was still a freaking girl, and he damned well knew it. Iโd just have to hit him back. With a lead pipe. Or an eighteen-wheeler.
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.
Darynda JonesOh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.
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