Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.
Darynda JonesYou either fainted or you wanted a much closer look at the cracks in the tile. Either way, you hit hard." "Seriously?" He nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't have been trying to make out with him," he suggested. How did he know that? "I was kissing him good-bye." He snorted and exchanged glances with the nurse. "That's not what it looked like to me." Probably not. But what happened? Could Reyes Farrow take control over me even from a freaking coma? I was doomed.
Darynda JonesI noticed you tore down Donovan's house." He lifted his gaze until it locked with mine. "He's alive because he left town. His house chose to stay. It paid the price.
Darynda JonesStill, this whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual. Or a diagram of some kind. A flowchart would have been nice.
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