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I Didn't Want To Understand. Bert Had Been Thrilled That The Police Wanted To Put Me On Retainer. He Told Me I Would Gain Valuable Experience Working With The Police. All I Had Gained So Far Was A Wider Variety Of Nightmares.

My Right Hand Was Sort Of Casually Near My Gun, Without Looking Like I Was Reaching For My Gun. It Wasn't Easy. Reaching For A Gun Usually Looks Like Reaching For A Gun. No One Seemed To Notice Though. Goody For Our Side.

Graves Are For The Living, Not The Dead. It Gives Us Something To Concentrate On Instead Of The Fact That Our Loved One Is Rotting Under The Ground.

What Happens In Vegas May Stay In Vegas, But What Happens In New Orleans, Goes Home With You.

Rafael, The Rat King, Stared At The Carnage With Black-button Eyes. "she Is Dead." "ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead.