We don't need teenage bouda sex fiends as interns.How do you know he is a sex fiend?He is fifteen and he's a bouda. Hello?
Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love? he asked.
If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody. Of course, Raphael might like that...
He glued the chair to my ass.Silence.Is it still...attached?I can't get it off.
I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged.
Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie
You destroyed five million dollars' worth of luxury cars.Yes, but none of them are wearing human heads as hood ornaments.
Secret to what?Secret to shutting you up, he said. I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and--he raised his hands--blessed silence.
I know you'll tell me to fuck off, but I think Curran loves you. Truly loves you. And I think you love him, Kate. That's rare. Think about it--if he really stood you up, why would he be so pissed off...
He put the book down. As you wish. He rose and walked past me. I lowered my sword, expecting him to pass, but suddenly he stepped in dangerously close. Welcome home. I’m glad you made it. There is cof...
If I fought for them and was crippled, they would all say nice things,and then they would replace me and forget I was ever there. You would stay with me. You would take care of me, because you love me...