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Connie Drove A Silver Camry With Rosary Beads Hanging From Her Rearview Mirror And A Smith& Wesson Stuck Under The Seat. No Matter Whatwent Down, Connie Was Covered.

I Need To Look Like An Idiot At Least Twice A Day To Keep Myself Humble.

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.

I See You Looking At My Cookies,' My Father Said To Morelli. 'don't Even Think About It. Go Get Your Own Cookies.

I've Finally Reached A Stage In My Career Where I Can Do What I Want.