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“Are you supposed to be bad or ugly?” “Men are her playthings. She’s—how do I say this without giving offense?—the living embodiment of evil.” “A femme fatale? That’s the phrase you were going for.” “A femme fatale. I fear you’re in trouble.” “Sign me the hell up for a recurring subscription.” “Delia’s the kind of woman who moons around with a shiner and, next thing you know, you’re digging a hole for her husband. She’s the kind who shoots you and smokes a cigarette after.”
Competition doesn’t motivate me. Testing one’s mettle in a life-or-death struggle is a child’s fantasy. Continuing to breathe is all the affirmation I require.
