"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"There is no way I’m going out in public like this!” It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones had been out shopping. I didn’t ask where he got the money from, images of old folks with their necks bleeding and their wallets missing dancing in my head. There were boots, earrings, push-up bras, skirts, and something he swore to me were dresses but only looked like pieces of dresses."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “One Foot in the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.120, Hachette UK
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