This means nothing,โ she said. โLess than nothing,โ he lied. โIโll hate myself later.โ โI hate myself now.
Gena ShowalterI cast a glance in my new admirer's direction. "You may call me Your Highness," I said. "Or Empress Beauty." He chuckled. I wasn't kidding.
Gena ShowalterGive me the effing phone, Strider grumbled, opening his palm and waving his fingers. Effing? William laughed with genuine amusement. You ever realize how polite you get when you're hammered? And you know what they say. A man's true charactor is revealed when he's toasted. So you gotta face facts, man. You're a closet gentlmen. Loser! The heck I am! Even Paris laughed at that.
Gena ShowalterIโm not a bad person. I havenโt killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I donโt kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?
Gena ShowalterYou don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.
Gena ShowalterYeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.
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