Don't 'honey' Me In That Southern-fried Twang.

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No Second Chance?" A Wry Smile Twisted Carrick's Lips. "there Might Have Been, Had I Not Waited So Long To Take It.

So, You’re Hitting On Clare The Fair.” “i’m Not Hitting On Her. I’m Exploring The Possibility Of Seeing Her On Social Terms.” “he’s Hitting On Her,” Owen Said Around A Mouthful Of Chips. “you’ve Still Got That Thing You Had For Her Back In High School. Are You Still Writing Bad Song Lyrics About Heartbreak?” “suck Me. And They Weren’t That Bad.” “yeah, They Were,” Ryder Disagreed. “but At Least Now We Don’t Have To Listen To You Playing Your Keyboard And Howling Them Down The Hall.

You Are Who You Are. I Know You. You Believe That? "yea But--" "you're Eve Dallas. You're The Love Of My Life. My Heart And Soul. You're A Cop, Mind And Bone. You're A Woman Of Strength And Resilience. Stubborn, Hardheaded, Occassionally Mean As A Badger, And More Generous That You'll Admit.

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