There was something I needed to say. โSorry. About before.โ Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didnโt expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- โYou almost gave me a heart attack,โ he said quietly. โWhen I saw you, and all that blood . . .โ He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. โIโm sorry.โ โDonโt do it again,โ he said. I swallowed hard. โI wonโt.โ Something changed right then, but I didnโt know what.
James PattersonIf you're ever feeling a lack of middle-aged white men, just pop into the Capitol. Not so much the House of Representatives, which has a bit more color and texture, but the Senate -- jeez. Yes, let's have more testosterone running the country. Maximum Ride, School's Out--Forever
James PattersonAn unbearable smug look came over his usually impassive face."Uh-huh. You just keep telling youself that. You looove me." I took a swing at him, but he jumped back nimbly, and all I did was jar my left arm, making it hurt. He laughed at me, then pointed at the woods ouside the window."Pick a tree. I'll go carve our initials in it.
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