You know what I mean. And by the way, you should slow down.โ I sighed. โYouโre kidding me. This is coasting. This is little old lady speed.โ โNASCAR drivers would have heart attacks. Slow down before we get a ticket.โ โChicken.
Rachel CaineYou're dead," I repeated. "So why are you in my dream?" He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. " Good question. Morbid, isn't it?" "What?" "Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?" "I'm not -" Even in dreams, I couldn't win an argument. Even when he was dead.
Rachel CaineWhat's possible?โ - she asked โAnything,โ he said absently. โBut thatโs not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. Youโre in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.โ โAs long as I keep them attached,โ she said, which earned her a startled stare. โThe things you say to me, youโd think I was some sort of monster.โ -- Myrnin and Claire
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