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Amanda, True love is putting someone else, Before yourself. Which is why I thought, You should walk across that ice, Before me.
I’m awake for five full minutes before remembering I might die today.
The killer’s got a chainsaw/boat hook/butcher’s knife and this girl’s got zip: no upper body strength, no mass, no shotgun. All she’s got is good cardio and an all-American face.
A cotton ball sheep says, Jesus Loves Ewe!
Apparently, today’s argument will be about snacks.
Men don’t have to pay attention the way we do. Men die because they make mistakes. Women? We die because we’re female.
No matter how many times she shot her boyfriend he kept making stupid quips.
Everyone loves a comeback queen.
Sally called her an inspiration. Julia looked her dead in the eye and said, “Then why don’t you get inspired to put in some goddamn wheelchair ramps around here.”
“Sometimes you need the money more than you need to live with yourself.”
“But you don’t have to look at a guy selling his jizz online,”
“You had a gun in my car?” he asks in disbelief. “In my bag,” I say. “Was it pointed at me?” “No,” I lie.
Heather is a bundle of wire coat hangers squeezed into jeans that are more rip than jean,
“Now,” she says. “I’ve had my second cup of coffee. Tell me why you think everyone is trying to kill us.”
Out here in the country no one thinks to put up street signs or house numbers. If you have to ask, you don’t belong. I hate the country.
