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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 29, 2013


"You thought what? That because you're a nice guy my panties will just drop because you deserve to have my thighs around your ears? Fuck you, dude. Being a nice person is a thing you just do, not a price you pay for poonani. I'm not a tollbooth. A kind word and a favor don't mean I owe you naked fun time."
"Too skinny. Too severe. You're all corners. Anybody who hugs you must come away bleeding."
"You have no idea.
"Don't act surprised that I have this cyanide cocktail in my heart. Like they say on that old dumb-ass drug commercial: I learned it by watching you.
"Let's just agree that I disappoint you and you disappoint me. OK? And you want to know why I'm glad I can't have kids? Because I'm afraid I'd turn into you and my kid would turn into me."
"The truth is a hammer, but I lie is a screwdriver. A more elegant tool. Sometimes you just want to pick a lock, not break a window. Even though breaking a window is always more fun.
"Forces have been aligning against you for a while. You've been fucking with this Jenga tower for too long, and it ain't long before it all comes clickety-clackety falling down."
Miriam doesn't belong here. (Doesn't belong anywhere.) She's a black buzzard in the land of pretty, pretty peacocks. A dirty fingerprint on a colorful dress.
Miriam tries not to panic as she drives, but her emotions are like that poor gull: wings broken, legs twisted from the body, beak snapped. Flopping around and pumping blood.
"Time is always your enemy. Have you noticed that? It's chasing you, and you're chasing it. A dog and her tail."
How you die is who you are.