Ranger Locked Eyes With Me. "please," He

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

I Ran Three Miles, Staggered Into The Lobby, And Took The Elevator Back To My Apartment. No Point To Overdoing This Exercise Junk. --stephanie Plum

I Rolled My Eyes So Far Into The Top Of My Head I Almost Fell Over Backward.

I May Not Be The Most Patient Woman In The World, Or The Most Glamorous, Or The Most Athletic, But I'm Right Up There At The Top Of The Line When It Comes To Resiliency.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.