“I’m just saying that we must, to some degree, have done something to deserve the shit coming our way.” “Well.” I rub my palm against my belly, wondering if the cramps I’m experiencing are a fun new addition to my symptoms dance card. “We did pretend you were overtaken by bloodlust that time Mr. Barca got a paper cut.” “And made him piss himself. You know what? Maybe it was worth it.”
