"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"My gaze flew to him once more,noting the cigarette he set down even as he exhaled a long plume of white."Why are you lying there smoking while I'm chained to a wall?"I demanded.The look he gave me was a mixture of relief and cynicism."Since it seems you don't remember anything about the past two days,let me assure you,luv-I earned that smoke."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2009). “At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.28, Harper Collins
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