“Sweetheart, I’ll be a Marine ‘til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years… — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
“Rhubarb, I would have proposed when you were in pigtails and bobby sox.” — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
“I hate you. You are the reason fungus exists. You are the slime that grows in swamps that even acid can’t break… — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
“Bobby’s eyes widened. Then he swallowed like there was an anvil in his throat. “You want me...” She waited for him to… — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
“She eyed him but said nothing. Why did he always have to pull out the truth? “It’s not like I haven’t seen… — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
“Hey, Rhubarb, we may need to rethink our approach.” “No, we don’t.” “I’ve only got one hand here, kiddo. Maybe if I… — Dee Tenorio Copy Share Image
