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1 " you’re reluctant "
― Sandra Brown , Play Dirty
2 " it was probably a good thing that Foster and Laura Speakman couldn’t reproduce, because both of them were fucking nuts. "
3 " You’d probably be pretty good at it. But even with terrific language skills, you couldn’t come close to describing what it’s like to be a team player, Griff. Because you don’t know. "
4 " The mansion itself was as impressive as the landscaping. Older than Griff by several decades, it was constructed of gray stone. Some of its walls were ivy covered like the estate wall. He followed the curving driveway and parked directly in front of the entrance, then got out of the borrowed Honda and approached the front door. It was flanked by urns containing evergreen trees. Idly Griff wondered how in hell they got a tree to grow in the shape of a corkscrew "
5 " knew they "
6 " You’ve had a lousy life up till now, no denying that. But if you let it ruin the rest of your life, who’s the fool? Who will you be spiting? You, that’s who. "
7 " All Griff had to do was lob a short screen pass over the line into Whitethorn’s hands. Or miss him, and get paid a cool two million by the Vista boys. Cowboys lost 14–10. "
8 " Because the only thing that made you part of any team was wearing the same color jersey. You made no friends. Teammates admired your game. Those who didn’t envy you idolized you. But they didn’t like you, and that was okay with you. You didn’t give a damn so long as they carried out the plays you called. "
9 " You were an outstanding athlete, Griff, but a sorry excuse for a friend. I guess that’s why I’m surprised, and slightly offended, that you would come to me now, like we’d been good buddies, and ask for my help. "
10 " First you broke the rules by gambling. Then you threw a game. You fucking threw a game,” he said with heat. “For money. You robbed your own team of a sure-win Super Bowl. You were in bed with . . . with gangsters, for crissake. Do you think anybody would allow you near kids, young players? "
11 " Griff lowered his window as Turner drove through the gates of the federal prison camp that had been his home for the past five years. The area in which he’d been incarcerated was classified minimum security, but it was still prison. "
12 " other, as he went around the house to "