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“Ah, Robert?â€�
“Shhhh, not while I’m praying,� he said, momentarily losing his place before he started again, “thank you for letting us survive that trip from hell. Thank you for ignoring my prayers for a quick death when I didn’t think that I’d be able to survive another day of starvation,� he said, making her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“You were given three full meals a day just like everyone else,� she pointed out, not bothering to mention the fact that, on most days, he’d received second helpings. She sat down on a bench near their luggage, wondering just how much longer he was going to keep this up.

“I’m sorry for all the cursing that my wife forced me to do while I was on that boat,� he continued, ignoring her even as he amused her. “As you know, she’s been such a bad influence on me. Thank you for pulling me from near death and somehow giving me the strength to survive.�

“Near death?� she asked, frowning. “When were you near death?�

“When was I near death?� he asked in stunned disbelief as he opened his eyes so that he could glare at her.

“How could you forget all those times that I could barely move? When I struggled to find the will to live so that I wouldn’t leave you a young widow? Did my struggle for survival mean nothing to you?� he demanded in outrage, terrifying the people that were forced to walk past him to get to the docks and making her wrack her brain as she struggled to figure out what he was talking about.

“Do you mean those few times when you had a touch of seasickness?� she asked, unable to think of anything else that he could be talking about since he’d been the picture of health during the majority of the trip.

“A touch?â€� he repeated in disbelief. “I nearly died!”
― R.L. Mathewson, Truce

“Abby. She’s a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can’t think straight.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“Besides, there was something under the good girl facade. She hated me on sight because she’d been burned by someone like me before. No way was she a slut, though. Not even a reformed slut. I could spot them a mile away. My game face slowly melted away. I’d finally found a girl that was interesting enough to get to know, and a version of me had already hurt her.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“She ripped the wild bun down from the crown of her head, and then brushed her long hair with her fingers. I couldn’t stop staring while she rewrapped it and tied it back again. I imagined that this was what she looked like in the morning, and then had to think about the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan to keep my dick from getting hard.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster