Get your hand off me,” I exclaimed, voice loud with misplaced anger as I yanked away from his grip. “I’m a professional, not some distraught girlfriend.” Well, I was that too, but I knew how to act at a crime scene.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.

I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.

I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.

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