So Fnick, can I change channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on." "Make yourself at home, Figgy." Fang said.
James PattersonSighing, she gave a brief nod. โI was supposed to win. I was supposed to finish you off. They never counted on you winning. And then you didnโt kill me. It was awful.โ โYouโre welcome,โ I said, feeling fresh anger ignite. โIโll try not to humiliate you by letting you live next time.โ (Max II to Max)
James PattersonWhile carefully synchronizing our wings-they almost touched-Fang leaned in,gently put one hand behind my neck and kissed me.It was just about close to heaven i'll ever get,I guess.I closed my eyes,lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely ,utterly trusted.
James PattersonWell, it's like I have a GPS inside me," I told them. "One of the talking ones. I tell it where I want to go, and it tells me, Go twenty miles, turn left, take Exit Ninety-fourm and so one. It can be pretty bossy, frankly. Their eyes widened. "Really?" said one. No you idiot," I said in disgust. "I don't know how it works. I just know it has an unfailing ability to point me in the opposite direction of a bunch of boneheads.
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