I’m stealing this idea shamelessly from Christa Faust:
You and I wake up in jail together. In four words, what would you say to me?
I’ll start. “Perfectly legal, my ass.”
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- I write thrillers. Both my Jo Beckett and Evan Delaney series take place in California, where I’ve spent most of my life. Now I live near London, England, and invent stories about the place I came from. Read here about the writing life and the lies that pay my bills.
- "A delight." One of the top blogging writers -- Guardian.co.uk
- "Hilarious" -- GalleyCat.
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- @Alex_Carrick Thanks - I'll try to stay interesting. 18 hours ago
- @Crimesquadcom Sounds like a great motto. 1 day ago
- Me? Who tore her Achilles playing hide & seek with 5-year-olds? Pray for me. RT @49susans: I think YOU'RE meant to be the action figure! 1 day ago
- @49susans That's a cool apocalypse kit. If it came with action figures it would be perfect. 1 day ago
- @valmcdermid Sadly, no. Just a few rollovers, animated drivers plunging through the windscreen, and tiny screams. Must reevaluate this show. 1 day ago
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- Listen to the title song, "The Liar's Lullaby"
Tell me a story.
What day is it?
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Do I know you?
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Let’s do that again.
“How drunk WAS I?”
Fancy meeting you here!
“We did it. Almost.”
“Thanks, Meg. Thanks alot.”
“Tequila. Never, ever again.”
Cop lap dance. Really?
DO NOT PASS GO.
Trust me, you said!
Another fine mess, Olly!
Please remove your hand.
It’s legal in Mexico.
Your lawyer or mine?
I call top bunk.
Good film… Shawshank Redemption.
Those were duelling banjos?
Yep, it ended badly.
Next time, call Snart.
Love it.
What happened after “Hello”?
All experience is copy.
Is this still Paris?
F– our lives, Meg!
I need a priest.
Next time, wear clothes.
“My wish came true”
“Is this really London?”
“Oh no. Not again!”
Look over there, please.
“Technically, you’re my counsel.”
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“Those aren’t pillows…”
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“Kidnap Dawn French. Seriously?”
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“You reek of advocaat.”
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“No more circuses. Ever.”
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and of course…
“Unisex jail cells? Surprising.”
Curse my habit of automatic contraction! No. 2 is ruined…
Don’t tell your mother.
What doesn’t kill you…
Mine is much bigger.
The Godfather says hello.
There’s an app f’that.
I’ll give this one to you, just because you’ve properly apostrophized your neologism.
WOW! That’s sound sleepin’!
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