I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?
We should clap or something." Curran said. "She's trying so hard.
Now was not a good time, but we didn't often get to chose the time to repay our debts.
Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.
Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.
Rene looked at Grendel. “What in the world is that?” “That’s our mutant attack poodle,” I told her. “Is he chewing on a gun?