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7e1ec91
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Right,' Thomas said. 'Where are we headed?' 'To where they treat me like royalty,' I said. 'We're going to Burger King?' I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead and spelled fratricide in a subvocal mutter, but I had to spell out temporary insanity and justifiable homicide, too, before I calmed down enough to speak politely. 'Just take a left and drive. Please.' 'Well,' Thomas said, grinning, 'since you said 'please' - Thomas Raith ..
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magic
wizards
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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2df39b1
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Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!
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humor
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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dac38b7
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Gandalf never had this kind of problem. He had exactly this problem, actually, standing in front of the hidden Dwarf door to Moria. Remember when . . . I sighed. Sometimes my inner monologue annoys even me. "Edro, edro," I muttered. "Open." I rubbed at the bridge of my nose and ventured, "Mellon." Nothing happened. The wards stayed. I guessed the Corpsetaker had never read Tolkien. Tasteless bitch." --
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tolkien
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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cc1ad88
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Let's get something clear up front. I'm not Harry Dresden. Harry's a wizard. A genuine, honest-to-goodness wizard. He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket. He'll spit in the eye of gods and demons alike if he thinks it needs to be done, and to hell with the consequences -- and yet somehow my little brother manages to remain a decent human being. I'll be damned if I know how. But ..
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thomas-raith
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Jim Butcher |
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e3bd29e
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Hell's bells. I don't call him the Fist of God as a pet name, folks.
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humor
michael-carpenter
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Jim Butcher |
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953be99
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Wait. You work for me?" "I prefer to think of it as managing your incompetence."
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management
assistant
executive-assistant
incompetence
valets
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Jim Butcher |
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33cfe3d
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God save me from idealists.
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idealism
thomas-raith
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Jim Butcher |
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38bd270
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Chocolate fends off all kinds of nasty stuff. And if you get hungry while warding off evil, you have a snack. It's multipurpose equipment.
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Jim Butcher |
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3c98bb6
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Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.
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responsibility
right-and-wrong
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Jim Butcher |
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5be57e5
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The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher
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magic
wizards
paranormal
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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b0ff9d6
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Mister Dresden," he said. "And Miss Rodriguez, I believe. I didn't realize you were an art collector." "I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural could be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural."
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Jim Butcher |
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0f4b63a
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Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow." He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, "Do your worst."
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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d2ea652
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Because a sound tree doesn't have bad roots, Amara. No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you
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fantasy
amara
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Jim Butcher |
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aceb5d9
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All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said."
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humor
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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d3113aa
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There's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear....
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turn-coat
dresden-files
jim-butcher
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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2163002
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If you go to your death rather than do everything you might to prevent what is happening, you are merely committing suicide and trying to make yourself feel better about it. That is the act of a coward. It is beneath contempt.
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death
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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e26da59
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Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.
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Jim Butcher |
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f05c251
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There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn't imagine a world where something like that was real.
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Jim Butcher |
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922c489
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Don't the Lord, Harry. It's disrespectful.
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Jim Butcher |
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879aa3c
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I stared up at the Erlking, and with my typical pithy brilliance said, "Uh-oh."
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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5b2633b
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So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either."
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Jim Butcher |
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f661537
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Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone.
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life
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Jim Butcher |
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12c6b6e
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I'm not a philosopher, Harry," [Michael] said. "But here's something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around."
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karma
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Jim Butcher |
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86c40ba
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I may have had good reasons. I may have had the best of intentions. But intentions aren't enough, no matter how good they are. Intentions can lead you to a place where you're able to make a choice. It's the choice that counts.
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Jim Butcher |
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a8baa6b
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Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "YOU are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants."
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Jim Butcher |
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41fb2e6
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I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.
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responsibility
knowledge
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Jim Butcher |
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28f6d31
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Nearly everyone underestimates how powerful the touch of another person's hand can be. The need to be touched is something so primal, so fundamentally a part of our existence as human beings that its true impact upon us can be difficult to put into words. That power doesn't necessarily have anything to do with sex, either. From the time we are infants, we learn to associate the touch of a human hand with safety, with comfort, with love.
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Jim Butcher |
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a722b05
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I love you." Why it worked right then, why the webbing of my godmother's spell frayed as though the words had been an open flame, I don't know. I haven't found any explanation for it. There aren't any magical words, really. The words just hold the magic. They give it a shape and a form, they make it useful, describe the images within. I'll say this, though: Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resoun..
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magic
love
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Jim Butcher |
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95f0f83
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Its amazing waht you can get used to if your daily allowance of bizarre is high enough.'......Harry Dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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7a9ef0d
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Maybe the Merlin was right. Maybe its better to look stupid but strong, than it is to look smart but weak, I don't know. I'm not sure I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school.
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Jim Butcher |
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0984752
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You're playing the creepy vibe a little hard," I said. "Might as well go for broke, put on a black top hat and pipe in some organ music."
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humor
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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11ac50b
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Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.
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sex
revenge
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Jim Butcher |
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a3b020b
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A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. I was not a murderer. I was not like Victor Sells. I was Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I was a wizard. Wizards control their power. They don't let it control them. And wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to pro..
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magic
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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f287852
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Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.
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vanity
thomas-raith
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Jim Butcher |
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621e53f
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If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.
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Jim Butcher |
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d1afa4d
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Thank God for wisecracks.
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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10aa8b4
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For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life." I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. "The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for."
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love
the-dresden-files
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Jim Butcher |
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5fe2c7f
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Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore." Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, "Eek."
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humor
johnnie-marcone
sarcasm
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Jim Butcher |
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fdf7f57
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There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.
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grave-peril
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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ff933a1
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I didn't want to believe that killing was deep inside of me. I didn't want to think about the part of me that took a dark joy in gathering all the power it could and using it as I saw fit, everything else be damned. There was power to be had in hatred, too, in anger and in lust, in selfishness and in pride. And I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killing--and then long for more. That was black magic..
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magic
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Jim Butcher |
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0356ca8
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Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a cliched, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.
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humor
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Jim Butcher |
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e132a57
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The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.
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humor
leanansidhe
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Jim Butcher |
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778df93
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As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a ?" "I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said. Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass."
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Jim Butcher |
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307e89a
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Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there's evil for you.
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Jim Butcher |