Trust me," Cameron cut in, "there ain't a thing wrong with those two unless you count the unusual and exquisite length of their legs.
Brooklyn turned a tight-lipped smile on him. "Thanks so much for that penis-driven observation.
Mots clés brooklyn cameron death-and-girl-next-door
Friends don't let friends get killed by serial killers
Darynda JonesLeast he's committed," I offered.
"Or needs to be.
I sat with my two best friends, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that only two of us would make it out of there alive. Though I did tend to exaggerate.
Darynda JonesMan, that woman was quick when she wanted to be. But put her behind the wheel of a Buick...
Darynda JonesI may as well cut my losses and make a hasty exit while I still had enough self-esteem to walk upright. Crawling was so demoralizing
Darynda JonesWhat did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?
Darynda JonesMan, I want to be someone's forbidden fruit."
"Well, you are pretty fruity.
I've been thinking," Brooklyn said as I gawked at the god sitting next to me, "if you get all lovey-dovey and decide to elope to Las Vegas where Jared uses his powers to clean up at the poker tables and you guys buy a mansion in the Manzano Mountains with twenty-seven rooms and decide - because you're rich and all - to buy a new computer, can I have your iMac then?"
"Um, no, you're not getting my iMac."
"Dang.
—Luego, tal vez tú y yo podríamos ir dando un paseo hasta esa cafetería de allí y tomarnos algo.
—No eres mi tipo.
Maldita fuera. A veces pasaba. En fin, ¿qué podía hacer una chica en esos casos?
—De acuerdo, ¿vas a dejarnos pasar?
—Me gustan más… verdes.
—Por-fa-vor. —Saqué mi último billete de veinte—. Ahora sí que me has dejado tiesa.
Me lo arrancó de los dedos y abrió la puerta.
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