favorite phrase of the day

“What is it?” He suppressed a yawn. He wasn’t tired; the day had just been extraordinarily long.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

Mick almost laughed. “I grew up in Appalachia, in Baxter fucking Harlan County, Kentucky, and you’re asking me this? This whole county is haunted by something. Why?”

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