smack forehead. “Holy priceless collection Etruscan snoods, they’re mo — Karen Marie Moning, Iced

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I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over my head somewhere. “Etruscan snoods?” I glow quietly inside. Some accomplishments mean more than others. I am officially the Shit. Now and forever. “Dude, watch your question marks. I just pried one out of you.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Admit it, you lost your eternal fecking composure.” “You have an obsession with a delusion about how I end my sentences. What the fuck are Etruscan snoods?” “Dunno. It’s just another of Robin’s sayings. Like, ��?Holy strawberries, Batman, we’re in a jam!’ ” “Strawberries.” “Or, ��?Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!’

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