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He Sipped His Coffee, Watched The Flames. "you Gave Me My Life, You Did," He Insisted When Summerset Made A Protesting Sound. "and I Worked-in My Fashion- To Build This Place. I Asked You To Tend It For Me. You've Never Let Me Down. But I Needed Her. The One Thing, The Only Thing That Could Make This Place Home." "she's Not What I Would Have Chosen For You" "oh, That I Know" "but She's Right For You. The One For You." Despite, Or Maybe Due To, Her Many Flaws" "i Imagine She Thinks The Same Thing About You". Memory In Death, Roarke And Summerset

It's Hard To Resist A Bad Boy Who's A Good Man.

The Worst, The Very Worst Requirement Of Friendship, In Eve Dallas's Opinion, Was Sitting Through An Entire Evening Of Childbirth Classes. What Went On There--the Sights, The Sounds, The Assault On All The Senses--turned The Blood Cold.

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.