Get over it,' Sherlock said, and looked at her husband. 'No, no, bad dog, keep quiet.
Catherine CoulterYou know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.
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Suz, carrying Savich's plate, the scrambled eggs steaming, stopped to stare after Rachael. 'Isn't this par for the course--a sexy guy with two girls--I'll just bet the little readhead here threatened to whomp the blonde with that cute braid, right?'
'You're very observant, Suz,' Savich said.
Sherlock rolled her eyes.
I'm the most fluent liar in the world, I'm the coolest, the smoothest.
A lie, Savich thought.
Sean's our boy, big into computer games and football, wants to help the Redskins build a dynasty, though he doesn't really know what that means.
Catherine CoulterSherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.
Catherine CoulterThat dowdy little prig is that good in bed.
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If you were a man, you'd know in your bones what direction you were going. It's an automatic thing, this knowing where you are, bred deep in a man's bones.
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