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“My mother turned towards me with a coffeepot in each hand, her jaw dangling somewhere near her collarbone. You’d think she’d never seen me naked, when I knew for a fact I’d been born that way.”

“What is it about women and luggage? You don’t have to bring everything you own, and it shouldn’t take this long to throw some clothes into a bag. In fact, if it will save you any time, just leave the underwear out all together.”

“Sometimes I suspected Ryan was merely visiting the real world, on vacation from his permanent residence in la-la land.”

“It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?”

“A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.”

“Faythe, it's me!"
"I know who the hell you are. Why do you think I kicked you?”

“He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.”

“Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck”

“Hey, you wanna drop back a few paces? Did you forget how spying works? You're supposed to at least aim for unobtrusive. The others pretty much have it down, but you're about as inconspicuous as a drag queen at a Girl Scout meeting.

“But I'd take a slashed throat over a broken neck any day. At least that way I'd get to bleed all over his shoes. One final fuck-you before I died.”