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Ranger’s Gonna Hate This,” Tank Said. “better To Get Shot Than To Have To Explain The Gate. Bad Enough I Got A Horse That Smells Like His Shower Gel.

You're Going To Find This Hard To Believe, But Cops Aren't Required To Carry Emergency Condoms." Joe Morelli

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

If God Had Wanted Me To Lose Weight He Would Have Made Sure There Was Creamed Spinach For Dessert.

I'd Slept With Ranger! Not Sexually, Of Course. But I'd Been In His Bed. And Then There Was The Evil Shower Gel. "it Was All Because Of The Shower Gel," I Said. Morelli's Eyes Narrowed. "shower Gel?" I Made A Major Effort Not To Sigh. "long Story. You Probably Don't Want To Hear It.