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81 " You have a gift. Not just your talent, or smarts, or luck, or— He paused and closed his mouth, as if trying to slow his breathing. He poked Trip’s chest. Looks. You, Mr. Spector, have the cultural DNA and magical zip code to weave beautiful bullshit, and you’re a fool to waste it. "
― Damon Suede , Bad Idea (Itch #1)
82 " Awww, G…. "
― Damon Suede , Hot Head (Head #1)
83 " Trip Spector, don’t you put words in my mouth. You’re not a freak. You are a-lone. You been by yourself for so long, you expect everyone to play by rules you made up in your head and wrote in invisible ink. "
84 " Somewhere else they'd have been in college, but out here they probably had grandkids. "
― Damon Suede
85 " Whatsamatter?” Dante scraped a hand over his abs, his neck, the side of his face—collecting his jizz. He sucked his pleasure off his lower lip. “I gave myself a fuckin’ necklace. "