Here," Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. "Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone." He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the screwdriver from Claire's numbed fingers, and fastened it with a couple of deft, fast movements. "I'll be your hands." She wanted to cry, because it was so sweet, but it wouldn't do any good.
Rachel CaineI liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?โ โI started living with you guys.โ โOh, right.
Rachel CaineOh, try not to sound so much like Momโyou donโt have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)
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