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“Huny.” Conlan sniffled. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists. Oatmeal or nothing.”
About fifteen minutes into the drive, Conlan gave up singing the sad song of his people and fell asleep.
Her eyes sparkled. “You should try calling, ‘Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.’” “I will kill you and nobody will find your body.”
Grendel lay perfectly still, panting, his eyes shining, and generally acting like being hugged by a sleeping monster-child was his highest aspiration in life and now that dream had been fulfilled.
“It’s funny how you use logic in an argument and think it will persuade me.”