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His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.

Nature Will Kill You Without A Minute's Thought, And In Nastier Ways Than A Crazy Guy With Agun. It Doesn't Make Her Any Less Beautiful.

What's Your Status?" She Asked Him. "healthy, Wealthy, And Wise. What's Yours?" "ha. Mean, Crafty, And Rude.

You Know What, The Jacket’s Like The Car.” "“is This A Riddle?” " , "“no,” Peabody Said As Eve Swiped The Master.","“it’s An", "ordinary Thing—well, Special, But A Jacket, Right? And The Car, It’s Ordinary, It Even Looks It. But Both Of Them Have The Special Inside. Cop Special Especially, You Know? He So Gets You. That’s Even Better Than A Just-because Present.”", "“you’re Right. He Does. And It Is.” Inside, Eve Paused Another Moment. “he’s Worried About Me.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]