All right, so I'm going to be seeing these guys, Cloud Control, tonight at the Joan Sutherland theatre (Sydney Opera House), they are awesome, really, you should check them out!
I'm so excited I think I'm gonna wet myself!
Joel
Passaro wasn’t sure what constituted a better birthday present: the boat ride
or the blowjob.
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He found
Eli in the guest room, with Creed. The bed was a mess, clothes on the floor
on one side of the room; Eli’s clothes.[…]
Page 158, iBook
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“It’s
about goddamn time one of you people showed up.”
Detective
Gabriel Ashby closed the interrogation room behind him and raised an eyebrow
at the man who spoke. Draped in a chair, long dark hair flowing over and past
his shoulders, Angelo Pagan scowled at him from behind dark sunglasses.
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“Our
relationship? You mean the fact that I was investigating you in the hopes of
putting you in prison?”
“Yeah.” Noel met that crooked grin with one
of his own. “Hey, all couples have their rough patches.”
Page 70, iBook
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BANG!
BANG! BANG!
“Good
Lord,” Paul murmured, casting a narrow and more than half-displeased glance
over his shoulder. “Don’t knock it down, would you?” Whoever was at the door,
they were pounding loudly enough to rattle the hinges, which didn’t happen to
be in architecturally sound shape to begin with.
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[..]
He’s my husband and partner. We’ve been together for eleven years.”
The cop appeared uncomfortable and unsure.
“Well—I—uh—don’t mean this unkindly, sir, but the law in Ohio doesn’t
recognize you as a legal relative. I’m sorry but can you give me the name and
number of a family member in Connecticut? By procedure, I have to notify his
family before telling anyone else.”
iBook, page 13&14
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War had
broken out among the triads again; the strongest of the underworld
superpowers were pitted against each other for dominion over the metropolitan
sprawl of New Seattle. The people, just like they had been for nearly a
hundred years, were ruled by terror. None but the oldest—great grandfathers
and grandmothers, feeble in their easy chairs—remember a time when there had
been peace… and daylight.
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Christian
moulded his hands down Trip’s Back, smiling against his mouth. “You forgot
the daft git part.”
iBook, page 148
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The
young man slipped a hand through the petite redhead’s leather purse strap as
smoothly as he could, but his hands shook badly, and he brushed her arm. Fuck. Not willing to give up, having
experienced the alternative method of getting what Davis needed from him, he
closed his grip and tugged.
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