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Nothing good ever happened to me because of phone calls. There was always somebody dead, dying, or making somebody else dead on the other line.
“So how was it?” she asked. “Kissing Curran?” “I can’t let him kiss me again, because if he does, I’ll sleep with him.” Andrea blinked. “Well,” she said finally. “At least you know where you stand.”
The cloak coupled with a black leather vest made me suitably menacing. All that was missing was a giant neon sign with rotating sparklers proclaiming HARD CASE. LINE TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED FORMS TO THE RIGHT.
