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1 " I opened the bag of Oreos and commenced my training, bulking up with one Oreo after another. I washed them down with swigs from the bottle of scotch, as a real man should. When I was tired of the Oreos, after about the thirtieth, I took out a cigarette and tried like hell to give myself lung cancer. "
― J.R. Rain , Dark Horse (Jim Knighthorse, #1)
2 " His domed head was perfectly buffed and polished, cleanly reflecting the halogen lighting above. "
3 " I was dressed in khaki shorts, a surfing T-shirt and white Vans. Coupled with my amazing tan and disarming smile, I was surprised I wasn’t more often confused with Jimmy Buffet. If Jimmy Buffet stood six foot four and weighed two hundred and twenty. “You "
4 " Oh, and it also features God. Yes, God. The Creator. The Lord Of All That Which Is And Is Not. The God of the Earth below and the sky above. The God of the Moon and the stars and Cher. No, I’m not high. At least, not at the moment. Oh, and he doesn’t like me calling him God. He prefers Jack. Yes, Jack. Again, I’m not high. Let "
5 " You only come when you’re working on a case?” “Something like that,” I said. “You would prefer I came more often?” He looked at me from over his non-steaming cup of coffee. “Yes,” he said simply, and I found his answer oddly touching. “So am I to assume you are working on a case now?” “You "
6 " Again, I didn’t blame her. I was a big man. A big handsome, athletic and sensitive man. “Have "
7 " I smiled engagingly and showed her my investigator license. A hell of a picture. “Doesn’t look like you.” “It’s me, I swear.” I struck a similar pose, turning my head a little to the side, and blasted her with the same full wattage smile. “See?” She shrugged. “The guy in the picture is cuter.” I wasn’t sure if I should be offended. After all, it was me in the picture, and she was calling that guy cute. “So "
8 " He was about an inch shorter than me, about half the width of me, and certainly not as good looking. Not everyone can be me. “Who "