"What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?"
"Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I'd whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever."
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Source: Rachel Vincent (2009). “My Soul to Take”, p.273, Harlequin
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