..Sage is convinced one extraneous calorie will make her go from super skinny to just regular skinny. Tragedy.
Richelle MeadYou have an interesting set of morals," he observed. "Breaking out of jail is okay. But steal a car, and you sound totally outraged.
Richelle MeadAnd besides . . . I donโt want to leave you. Er, you guys.โ He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. โWell, โweโ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and Iโm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while youโre in St. Louis.โ I grinned back.
Richelle MeadHow?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.
Richelle MeadI left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
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