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“Sometimes I feel like I died just as much as he did that night.”
“Piggy?” Dave stood up and put his hands on his hips. “Yeah.” Constantine pulled out his pocket knife and flicked it open. He pressed the tip to the director’s chin. “You don’t think I won’t stick you like one for pulling this shit? If you got information to share, you better fucking share it.”
"And our plaything."
I was a good girl.