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That’s Nice Of You, But It’s Not Necessary To Loan Me A Car.” “i Loan You Cars All The Time.” “and I Almost Always Destroy Them Or Lose Them. I Have Terrible Luck With Cars.” “working At Rangeman Is A High-stress Job, And You’re One Of Our Few Sources Of Comic Relief. I Give You A Car And My Men Start A Pool On How Long It Will Take You To Trash It. You’re A Line Item In My Budget Under Entertainment.

Either Get Out Of Bed Or Else Take Your Clothes Off," He Said. "i'm Not In The Mood To Compromise.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

Mooner Was Walking Around Laying His Hands On The Cars, Divining Karma. "this Is It", He Said, Standing By A Small Khaki-colored Jeep."this Car Has Protective Qualities" You Mean Like A Guardian Angel?" I Mean, Like, It Has Seatbelts

Ranger Declined The Butterscotch Pudding, Not Wanting To Disrupt The Consistency Of His Blood Sugar Level. I Had Two Puddings And Coffee, Choosing To Keep My Pancreas At Peak Performance. Use It Or Lose It Is My Philosophy.