Everybody out on the sidewalk is a pedestrian Mercedes, wallowing in entitlement—colliding, snarling, shoving ahead without even the hollow-to-begin-with local euphemism “Excuse me.

You can never use anger to solve anger's problem

is about a new phase in history where art, science, business, and spirit will join together, both externally and internally, in the pursuit of true wealth.

As a backup, I intended to get a quart of defense spray. I wasn't much good with a gun, but I was bitchin' with an aerosol can.

Written By Janet Evanovich

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