And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.
And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.
Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini,
If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
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