"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
""If you’d refrain from slamming my face any more into this dirty rock floor, I’ll do whatever you like," was his even reply. "Fancy letting my head go?" "Sure," I said with an unpleasant snicker, not relinquishing an ounce of pressure. "How about I let you floss with my jugular as well? I don’t think so.""
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Source: Halfway to the Grave. Book by Jeaniene Frost, October 30, 2007.
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