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I'm a numbers guy. I was a math major at UConn back in the day." He pumps a fist. "Go Huskies!

bed and runs a hand over the duvet cover. "Matouk sheets?

It's disorienting to visit the Vineyard in the manner of the lowliest of tourists: the day-tripper.

own life—he just wished it coincided more neatly with his life as

a woman has "it" when she exhibits a "magnetism" which is irresistible, "unorthodox" in her ways.

You need to let the spirits have their way Shan

Wow, that was salty. I kind of like it," I say, smiling up at the disembodied voice, my hands punching into my pockets, to show off the muscles of my arms. Am I flirting with my operating system? I think I'm flirting with my operating system. That voice.

The smell coming off my flesh had gone from simple stinkiness to something weird and almost appetizing, close to sour-cream-and-onion potato chips.

Are you some kind of witch? Yup, I reply, and stare him down.

She wasn't afraid that Nils wouldn't accept the news well. He always accepted everything with equanimity, because he said everything had its reason.

Sometimes, but if you do it enough, it's harder to trip your gag reflex, which comes in very handy, if you know what I mean." I did know what she meant, but somehow juxtaposing it with vomiting made the whole thing highly unappealing.

Though God hath raised me high, yet this I count the glory of my crown: that I have reigned with your loves.

So what do you think, Miss Bennet? Will you come to Pemberley?" He Spoke quietly over her shoulder; she hadn't realized he was so close. Feeling a mischievous impulse, likely from her nervousness at his proximity, she said the first thing that came to her mind. "It is tolerable, I suppose, but not hadsome enough to tempt me." Mr. Darcy's face went from shocked and angry, to hurt and confused, and finally to understanding as her words sunk in.

To tell you the truth, she doesn't. Freak is the correct pronunciation," he said, then pointed north. "They're the ones who pretend it's something else.

the tone adopted by the Dowager Marchioness of Polbrook and the acerbic nature of her remarks was promising.

Flushie means to bark the next time he sees you in revenge for what you say of him.

The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.

Some things are just universal. Like the known scientific fact that the colder and wetter you are, the better bacon smells frying.

Samarkar wondered at what point in a relationship it was appropriate to threaten to break a suitor's kneecaps if he should prove insufficiently respectful of one's friend. The

I was just the one who upgraded her software and made sure that nothing broke down. If anyone was equipped for the job, it was me, the professional computational linguist.

I wound up playing secret agent/detective/tour guide to a sexy robot. If that sounds like the sort of punishment that would be handed out in a particularly surrealist purgatory, congratulations. You're not wrong.

Peter handed me a glass of wine—my own Neon White Red,

I hadn't the wit left to divert Mme. Pontchartrain's determined questioning. Fortunately, I had the wit to realize it, so I pled a cognac headache and fled.

She laid a hand on his shoulder, a motherly gesture that made his skin crawl.