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Twelve minutes. I can give you that.
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faith
friendship
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titan
bob
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Rick Riordan |
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"You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex." Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry." "Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses." "Wait a minute. My academia doesn't -" I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it." He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity." "Bob," I said, "you're a . You don't any masculinity to insult." "Oh yeah?" Bob challenged me. "Pot kettle black, Harry! Have you gotten a date yet? Huh? Most men have something better to do in the middle of the night than play with their chemistry sets." --
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funny
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Jim Butcher |
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"You're supposed to be a spirit of intellect. I don't understand why you're obsessed with sex." Bob's voice got defensive. "It's an academic interest, Harry." "Oh yeah? Well maybe I don't think it's fair to let your academia go peeping in other people's houses." "Wait a minute. My academia doesn't -" I held up a hand. "Save it. I don't want to hear it." He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity." "Bob," I said, "you're a . You don't any masculinity to insult." "Oh yeah?" Bob challenged me. "Pot kettle black, Harry! Have you gotten a date yet? Huh? Most men have something better to do in the middle of the night than play with their chemistry sets."
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funny
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Jim Butcher |
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"He also said that I would never get an apology out of you." There was a long pause. "I want one. Now." Xcor put aside his soup and found himself searching the wounds he had given himself, recalling all that pain, all that blood--which had dried brown on the floorboards beneath him. "And then what," he said in a rough voice. "You'll have to find out." Fair enough, Xcor thought. Without grace--not that he had any, anyway--he rose to his feet. At his full height, he was unsteady for too many reasons to count, and the off-balance feeling got even worse as he met the eyes of his... friend. Looking Throe in the face, he stepped up and put out his palm. "I am sorry." Three simple words spoken loud and clear. And they didn't go nearly far enough. "I was wrong to treat you as I did. I am... not as much of the Bloodletter as I thought--as I have e'er wanted to be."
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bob
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J.R. Ward |
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Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reason--in spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throe's life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.
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bob
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J.R. Ward |
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"(In Austria after VE Day) Sergeant Mercier...dressed in a full German officer's uniform, topped off with a monocle for his right eye. Someone got the bright idea to march him over to the company orderly room and turn him in at rifle point to Captain Speirs. Someone got word to Speirs before Mercier showed up. When troopers brought Mercier up to Speirs's desk, prodding him with bayonets, Speirs did not look up. One of the troopers snapped a salute and declared, "Sir, we have captured this German officer. What should we do with him?" "Take him out and shoot him," Speirs replied, not looking up. "Sir," Mercier called out, "sir, please, sir, it's me, Sergeant Mercier." "Mercier, get out of that silly uniform," Speirs ordered."
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