“That little shit! Do you know how terrible he was? The only thing he ever talked about was himself and how great everything in the city was going to be. He made me look at apartment floor plans and interior design magazines for hours! And for what, when he was just going to kill me? Do I look like I know the difference between Tuscan Sun and Yellow Mirage, Buffy, because let me tell you, I. Do. Not. Know.”
