The gentle sound of her words became the shushing of my blood in my head, and I listened, hovering on the edge of consciousness, bathed in the oblivion of whatever drug they had given me.

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

Most of the upper management of I.S. were undead. I always thought it was because the job was easier if you didn't have a soul.

What are you?" I rasped. It smiled. "Whatever scares you.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

Rachel, we've been over this. This is what I do," he said, crumbs of whiten cheese falling from the knife. "Find a way for your lofty, unrealistic ideals to deal with it.

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