Fight like an animal but reason like a human.

It was the desire of appearing superior to other people. The motive was too common to be wondered at.

Lying on his back, Jess kicked furiously at the windshield. "Damn. It. Break. Already. You. Sorry. Son. Of. A. Biscuit. Eating. Cat.

I could flay you and wear your skin as a cloak, and caper in the streets in the moonlight. But some might consider that crass treatment of a guest." I nod. “Well, some people got no sense of humor, do they?" “I am one of those people.

Written By Charlie Huston

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