Bridget's Bane (Icehome, #12)

by Ruby Dixon

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Bridget

B'shit.

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B'shit—but

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"Of course I listen to you," he counters.

Nah mate, you fucking don't

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Bridget. And you don't listen

My name is fucking BRIDGET!

Tell him girlypop. Tell him!!!!

"B'shit,

Bridget

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Perhaps it is time for me to start listening more.

At fucking page 211

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Bridget. They can say O'jek. Brijeet then. N'dek can say it.

Br'chit

Bridget

Br'chet

Bridget

But I put my hand in his anyhow, because I want to trust him.

She takes steps toward him. She just needs to take more steps towards herself.

"I did not realize it bothered you so much,"

She just told you 10 million times. It was a running joke to ignore her.

"It is my fault," A'tam says. "You told me and I did not listen."

Took you 200 pages

"But you must hold the secrets stick and tell me if I do poorly.

Well, I've got bamboozled.

"You need to be more like me. Do not think at all," I say.

Well sometimes it is a blessing