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" Well, clearly someone you trust isn’t really someone you should be trusting,” she said without thinking, and regretted it when Terrible glanced at her. He did it fast, just a quick cut of his eyes in her direction and then away again, but she saw it. She felt it. It was starting already. She wished she could say she was surprised, wished she hadn’t been waiting for it, expecting it the way she expected rain from black clouds overhead. Nothing in the world was permanent, especially not happiness. She’d always known that. She just wished life would stop proving her right. "
― Stacia Kane , Sacrificial Magic (Downside Ghosts, #4)
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" I cook better than you," Nick corrected absently. " I think monkeys can probably be taught to cook better than you." " I'd like to have a monkey that cooked for me," said Jamie. " I would pay him in bananas. His name would be Alphonse." " I agree, that would be awesome." Mae said. " People would come for dinner just to see the monkey chef." " You're raving," Nick said, defrosting chicken in the microwave. Mae was a bit impressed with how he seemed to look at the appliance and instantly comprehend its mysteries, when she'd been heating up ready-made meals for years by a method of pressing random buttons and hoping. " I know that's the only way Jamie communicates with people, but I expected better of you, Mavis." " We're cutting out the whole Mavis thing right now, Nick," Mae said warningly." How many bananas would be good payment for a monkey?" Jamie wanted to know. " I would want to pay Alphonse a fair wage. "