Pass me the Academy Award. I don’t know how I did it, but hysterical-girl tears sprung from my eyes as I ran out of the room and down the grand staircase.
Kim HarringtonYellow police tape stretched across the motel room door. I stood beside it, waiting for Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt to finish up in the office.
Kim HarringtonUgh. I was going for ‘crazy ex filled with hate" not "isn’t she cute when she’s mad?
Kim HarringtonI think the correct term for this was ‘pissing contest’, and though I was flattered, I didn’t have time for it.
Kim HarringtonDid you know that ninety-eight percent of statistics are made up on the spot?
Kim HarringtonTags: humor
Welcome to Lorelei's." A saleslady glided up to us. She had white foundation pancaked skin, and went heavy on the eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a corset that barely contained...I'm gonna say it...her swelling bosom. If she had to sneeze, I was covering my eyes because even a slight cough could pop one of those suckers free.
Kim HarringtonGabriel Toscano. Damn. Even his name was sexy.
Kim HarringtonThat's my brother," I said. "Saving the world, one girl at a time.
Kim HarringtonMaybe she's suicidal? That's why she keeps inviting me to kill her?
Kim HarringtonYou know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body fluid in it this time.
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