I have became the cocky, 5'9, confident girl with the bitchy attitude. All thanks to my previous life. The one that I refuse to talk about. So, no questions, no explanations, and no last words. That's how a job gets done quickly and easily. That is, until my job is to complicate someone's life by breaking every single rule I have ever established for myself.
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"I thought you'd be like the kind of girl people talk about. The bad babe the guys want. But there was just something. Maybe it was your smell of coffee when every other girl smelled of vanilla. Or maybe it was your attitude. Nothing about this is cliché."
"Babe, I'm anything but ... I also have a gun."