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“We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“You heard, right? Terrence and I are getting married. He's mine," she added unnecessarily.
"Yup. Congrats."
She waited for more, but that's all I had to say on that matter.
"That's it? After you tried to steal him from me senior year, I figured you'd have more to say."
Don't take the bait, Lila, don't take the bait. This woman is in charge of pretty much all patient information and she could easily get Bernadette fired. Don't push her.
When I didn't respond, she said, "You always had such a smart mouth. Why are you so quiet now?"
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "Because that all happened, what, seven years ago? Maybe even eight? How are you not even over it yet?"
She scoffed, so I added, "And if you recall, he came to me when he saw you for the bully you were. Besides, I remember you getting pretty cozy with Derek as well."
Her hand flew to her chest and literally clutched at her pearls. "How dare you! Just because you got dumped by your fiancé doesn't mean you have to lie about mine."
As usual, good news traveled fast around Shady Palms.
"Forget it. I was a fool to think you'd help me." I started to walk away, but knew I couldn't leave it like that and turned back around. "Congratulations to you and Terrence. He's a good guy and there aren't many of them left. I hope you make each other happy. Truly."
She stood there with her mouth hanging open as I walked away, trembling but proud.
I'd witnessed a tragedy, been interrogated by the police, reconciled with Bernadette, told off Amir, and confronted Janet all in one day. And it wasn't even dinnertime yet.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Arsenic and Adobo