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" Now what?” John asked. He’d put up his gun. I still hadn’t. I felt better with it out for some reason. “Now I go make my third animation appointment of the evening.” “Just like that?” I looked up at him, ready to be angry at somebody. “What do you want me to do, John? Fall into a screaming fit? That wouldn’t bring back the dead, and it would annoy the hell out of me.” He sighed. “If you only matched your packaging.” I put my gun back in the shoulder holster, smiled at him, and said, “Fuck you.” Yeah, those are the words. "
― Laurell K. Hamilton , Circus of the Damned (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, #3)
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" He pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, smiling at me. It was a nice smile. “So you’re a werewolf.” He nodded. “How did it happen?” He stared down at the floor, then up. His face looked so solemn, I was sorry I’d asked. I was expecting some great tale of a savage attack survived. “I got a bad batch of lycanthropy serum.” “You what?” “You heard me.” He seemed embarrassed. “You got a bad shot?” “Yes.” My smile got wider and wider. “It’s not funny,” he said. I shook my head. “Not at all.” I knew my eyes were shiny, and it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. “You’ve got to admit it’s nicely ironic.” He sighed. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Go ahead and laugh.” I did. I laughed until it hurt, and Richard joined in. Laughter is contagious, too. "
― Laurell K. Hamilton , Circus of the Damned (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, #3)