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“No life is easy. It's just a different kind of hard.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Shards and Ashes

“Where have you been?" I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know I care. But I'm too sick to be strong, kick ass Rayne at the moment.
"Vegas" he says.
I raise an eyebrows. "Uh, okay. Win anything?" I can't believe he was off gambling as I lay dying. I mean, I know poker is hot and all, but couldn't he have waited a couple of days for that straight flush?
"I got what I went for, if that's what you mean."
"What, a lap dance?"
He chuckes. "Even sick, you're still funny, Rayne.”
― Mari Mancusi, Stake That

“Rayne, why is it you feel the need to argue with every single thing I say?"
"Because every single thing you say is usually stupid and ridiculous.”
― Mari Mancusi, Girls That Growl

“Can we cut the Zen crap for a moment?" I ask. "I'm trying to beat this bag to a pulp.”
― Mari Mancusi