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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 11, 2017
In my line of work, pretty boys are as common as flies on dog excrement. They’ve never been of any particular interest to me. I place them in the same category as exotic cars – typically useless and generally time consuming because someone’s always trying to jack them.
If you have a problem with it, get on your high horse and go file a complaint with the Bureau of I Don’t Give A Stinking Shit.
"I hate you."
"You love me. You can't stand how much you love me."
"Fancy McButterpants, you're my unicorn. Without you, my story has no happy ending."
"You're like this sledgehammer."
"Loud and destructive. And here I was thinking you liked me."
"A force to reckon with. The type of woman a man holds onto with both hands and never lets go."
I bet he rinses his recycling before placing it in the blue bin. Probably farts perfume.