Peope, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger, and to be led. It's easy to be a cog in a machine: you don't have to think, you have no responsibility. You're just following orders, doing as you're told.
Ilona AndrewsHe isnโt so much flirting,โ Cerise murmured. โEither he doesnโt like me or he doesnโt know how.โ โOf course he likes you. Youโre lovely. He probably just doesnโt get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. โI thought Iโd have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.
Ilona AndrewsHow are you?" "Perfectly fine," he said. "Are your ribs broken?" "Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully." "Did this settle anything?" "It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?" "I saw.
Ilona Andrews"Did those nice church ladies come by again?" He nodded. "I asked them if a man died and then the woman remarried, and then the three of them met in heaven, would it be a sin for them to have a threesome, since they were all married in God's eye. And they decided they were late to be somewhere else."
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