You'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 CaineGoodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.
Rachel CaineMe neither,โ Shane put in. โHomie donโt play that.โ โI wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,โ Amelie said.
Rachel CaineWhen she set Shaneโs glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] โโWhat?โโ Shane asked her, and took a drink. โโDid I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?
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