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“How are your thighs so freakishly strong?” “It’s called using my mam’s ThighMaster, bitch,”
not my monkeys and this was not my circus.
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “This is my world. It’s fucking horrible, but I’m willing to show you, if you’re willing to stay.”
“I swear those damn things do more damage to girls than Ouija boards.” Molloy laughed. “How can you compare a weighing scale to a Ouija board?” “Easy.” I shrugged. “They both summon demons.”
Gibsie Gibberson,
“May I be frank?” “Yeah, yeah, be frank.” “Joseph, may I be frank?” “Be whoever the fuck you want, Doc. I’m not your keeper,” I mumbled, enjoying the feel of Molloy’s fingers in my hair so much, I leaned in closer and rested my chin on her shoulder. “You be Frank and I’ll be Joey.”
“And as for you? Well, I don’t really know you that well yet, but I’m feeling like this is a fuck-you kind of moment. So, fuck you.”
You jump and you’re killing more than just yourself. You’re killing everyone that loves you. You’re sentencing them to a life in prison.
