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219 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 11, 2011
"I'll have pie with you right now, for a period of no longer than forty-five minutes. But in return, you will promise to stop calling my house and hanging up."
"For how long?" Doug asked.
Stephen looked at his watch. "I'm leaving at five thirty."
"No, I mean for how long do I have to stop calling your house and hanging up?"
Stephen paused. "Forever."
"That's not fair. How about until Wednesday?""
"You can't just exist on coffee and evil, you know."
ETA: I LOVED this one, too:
"Go have sex with everyone on Earth, you fickle, vapid slut.”
Doug craned his neck forward, meeting Stephen’s glare. “You need a nap.”

"When I was a kid they (air raid sirens) were used for tornadoes. So when you hear the siren, you had to go to your basement and listen to the radio until the tornado passed. But then they started turning them on for severe thunderstorms too. And even though severe thunderstorms were, you know, severe, they weren't gonna rip the roof off your house like a tornado would. So you'd just be sitting around, and then you'd hear the air sirens, and it was like: Okay, either it's a tornado, or just a storm. Either you need to panic and hide, or everything's fine."
"I am a drug dealer," he explained. "The answer to all your questions will be : drugs."





