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Second, negotiation wasn’t my forte. I killed things. Quickly and with much bloodshed. Getting elderly banshees in denial off telephone poles wasn’t something I did often.
“It doesn’t matter what she does. It only matters what I do.” He quoted me. Nice. Hard to argue with your own words.
“Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head.”
“Mon Dieu, je me souviens de toi. Petite Tueuse . . .”
He took a step back, as if the fence between us had grown red-hot, and walked away.
Once again my mental conditioning came in handy. I didn’t strangle her on the spot.
