They should be shuffling along like proper zombies, not blazing through the woods as if they were the freaking Kenyan track team.
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Keeping low to avoid the branches that blocked their paths, they scurried through the dark. Dante with his usual elegant silence and Abby crashing behind him like a bull elephant with a tranquilizer stuck in its butt.
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Abby attempted to determine how much of the night had passed. A stupid attempt. To her the morning arrived when her alarm went off, usually five or six times.
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Say "I love you," she ordered mentally. Say it, you thickheaded male.
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Something jarred violently in Phillip. He wanted to give a yell of victory and pound the grass. He also wanted to run way.
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Oh, deal with it, girl. Stop whining. So what did you expect to look like, Shirley Temple? You're a hunter now. And your eyes go silver and blood tastes like cherry preserves. And that's all there is to it, and the other choice was resting in peace. So deal.
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"Good. Then just hang on a moment while I kill this guy and we'll go."
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"Is that a joke?" She threw her hands in the air. "You look like you should be invading a small country."
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"What about breakfast?"
"Do I look like Julia Child?
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"Ambassador Winters, allow me to introduce my aunt Abby and her...boyfriend." Townsend tensed. Abby glared. And Rebecca Baxter looked like she was going to choke on her own chewing gum.
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I just sat there, craving gelato.
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"Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Alive."
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"Nice kitties don't tease."
"I never said I was a nice kitty.
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"You can't be my father." An image of Darth Vader burst into her head. At any other time, it would have been funny.
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Julie shrugs. 'Unbearably corny, but what the hell.' She raises her glass and clinked it against mine. 'To life, Mr Zombi
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a living room that just screamed MEN LIVE
HERE.
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" I'm going to order a pizza" said Sara
"No," Dillon said harshly, flipping a page of her newspaper.
Sara turned back to face the irritating female vampire. "So what do you suggest, Dillon? Starvation?"
She shrugged. "Not my problem."
"What is your problem, then? I mean besides being a huge bitch?"
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I didn't have time for breakfast. Instead, I gobbled a pair of chocolate Pop Tarts while waiting for the bus. Mmmm...chocolate. My little brother would have approved (who do you think got me hooked on the darned things?), but a nutritionist would have smacked me upside the head with her calorie counter.
