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a person cannot, by definition, defuse a bomb unless it’s operational to begin with.”
“I’m not going to tell the two of you to get a room,” Michael announced, “because that is geographically impossible. So instead, I will suggest, quite delicately, that the two of you get a metaphorical room.”
“the worst part of your week was clearly losing a bet and being forced to carry a man-purse to training activities for forty-eight hours.” He paused dramatically. “Some of our classmates call him Agent Man-Purse now.” “You’re the only one who calls me Agent Man-Purse.” “So far.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be FBI?” The officer who managed to look Celine in the eye and say those words would probably soon regret it. “I age well.” Celine had an impressive deadpan. “What can I say? I moisturize.” She gave him a second to process that, then issued an order. “Move.” The officers moved before they’d even realized they’d done it. “I don’t moisturize,” Lia told one of them as we passed. “I made a deal with the devil to maintain my youth. You don’t want to know what the devil asked for in return.”
Celine smiles sweetly. “Why would I be interested in boys,” she asks the table innocently, “when there are girls?”
He took everything away from you. He locked you up. He hurt you. You danced.
“You won’t ever be normal, Mackenzie, but you’ll be okay.” “Personally,” Lia commented, “I find normal overrated.”
“You with the righteously indignant, yet distinctly guilty expression on your face! Hands in the air!”
“Or,” he says, his voice low, “you could expel me, and I could refrain from telling you anything unfortunate at all.”
I leaned back against Dean, and Lia leaned against me before we all chorused in unison, “Aye.”
