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Those zealots on the American West Coast would make smoking a felony if they could.
Nicole prepared for the coming onslaught by taking a small sip of the champagne and cassis cocktail that had been handed to her by a strangely insistent robot a few minutes before.
I wouldn't trust that.
She extended a small tray with half a dozen dark chocolate balls lightly sprayed with white, possibly a sugar confection. “These are fantastic,” Francesca said. “I made them especially for the Newton crew.”
Don't eat that!
après-ski
"It's not so much an afterlife", said Arthur, "more a sort of apres vie..."
#unexpectedHHGTTG
“So tomorrow the little bastard will be gone,” Francesca said coldly, her eyes tired and angry. “It’s a damn good thing. The world doesn’t need another half-black baby.” Francesca didn’t wait for Nicole’s response.
Ooh! Bitch gotta go!
It’s a shame that we humans are never able to pull in the same direction, Nicole said to herself.
Nicole nimbly descended to the floor. “I guess you’d better come down,” she called to Richard.
Sonequa Martin-Green would be amazing as Nicole. I'm reading this book in her voice.
“The car itself,” Richard said to Nicole after studying the image, “is less than two centimeters tall. What’s going to ride in it? Ants?”
What is this? A center for ants?!
“I love you,” she said.
He just told you he bodily assaulted two people, one of whom was his wife. And now you instantly love him?
Bad messages, man.
We belong to the universe. We are its children. It’s just pure chance that our atoms have risen to consciousness here on this particular planet.
