"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Happy belated birthday, Cat," he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. "Aren't you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We wold have had lattes and hors d'oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?"
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.159, Hachette UK
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