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“We just don’t want you getting hurt, Rick. You finally have everything you’ve always wanted. You have Harley, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want you to throw it all away because of your pride.” I shook my head. “This has nothing to do with pride.” “Really?” Mason asked, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve stood where you stood. It has everything to do with pride.” I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, and I seem to recall you not backing down either. And you were up against a special kind of crazy, Mason. The sort of crazy who thinks it’s a good idea to shoot people in the fucking head.” Mason frowned.

Jasmine chuckled. "That's awesome," Mark said, smiling. "Hey, Taki. How come you called him crazy Mister Connor?" "Mister Connor is a bit...." The hairdresser began, but Jasmine cut him off. "When he's working, the guy's a legend. Seriously, he's that good." "But?" "But when he's off duty.... think Hank Moody in Californication," Jasmine explained. "Drinking, womanising, getting into trouble. Eliza Dushku described him as having the morals of a horny dog."

Harsh words were thrown at Rosa frantically; this was truly a horrifying nightmare, which Rosa encountered for the first time in her life. "Axel, you shut your mouth! Are you insane? Only a madman would say such crazy, absurd things," Rosa screamed, rushing towards Axel and attempting to scratch him. Of course, Axel managed to evade her attempts to touch him. Rosa was now completely unhinged, being attacked by both the crowd's condemning looks and their whispered comments. In response to Rosa's overreacting, Axel just chuckled arrogantly.

I saw him go crazy today at the bar. Josh sent me a message complete with a photo of Acelon fighting someone. Again, a heavy sigh escaped my mouth as I read the contents of Josh's message which is quite disgusting. Haven't I told him a hundred times that I don't want to go back to Acelon? I'm done wih him!

Meanwhile I'm all like: WHAT THE F*CK!!!!! Is this guy crazy or wahh?.....

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

My voice broke as tears began to fall. … Three months later, the world was stunned by the news—Edward Scott, CEO of Scott Corporation, had tragically died in an accident at Maranigan Peak. Perhaps, for me, it was a kind of release and a new beginning.

" Sunny said proudly. "A mad promise! But you're right, because a crazy promise is also a promise! the Sentry agreed. – You will keep your promise, but only when you have agreed with the high Lord of the clone city to go outside." Gives me the willies. Sunny agreed enthusiastically.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju