"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle." "Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly. Ian grinned. "Exactly."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2009). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.18, Harper Collins
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