I thought you were a drunk." "A drunk?" "Bloodshot eyes, dirty clothes, getting home in the wee hours of the morning, making a lot of noise, grouchy all the time as if you had a hangoverโฆ what else was I to think?" He rubbed his face. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. I should have showered, shaved, and dressed in a suit before I came out to tell you that you were making enough noise to raise the dead.
Linda HowardSweeney: I can just see all you tough young soldiers cuddling together. Richard: Not cuddling, huddling. There's a difference.
Linda HowardIf death turned out to be a lack of being rather than a lack of consciousness, well, then, that sucked.
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