"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “One Foot in the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.78, Hachette UK
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