Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.
You look like Curran. You have that pissy exasperated look on your face.
I had an appointment with a sexual deviant and I didn’t want to be late.
An evil spark flared in his eyes. "Trade: raccoon for some answers.
She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.
And you expect me to commute two hours each way from the Keep to the Order." I kept my voice mild. "I suppose I won't be needing my job, my house, or my clothes anymore." "I didn't say that. Although let me get back to you on the clothes. It's still under consideration.