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Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.

Not Really, But After That I Think About How I Could Kill Him While He Slept If I Really Wanted To, And Then I Feel Better.

Moreover, I Wish To Assure You Both That I Did Not Make Any Amorous Advances On Female Monkeys.

Interesting" He Said. "you Know, Simon Never Mentioned That His Roommate Was A Werewolf.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.