Evil is not to be traced back to the individual but to the collective behavior of humanity.

What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the individual, the flavor or the color of a particular human suffering.

Who does she think she’s kidding? As if I don’t know why she’s sucking up to me— Because I’ve got something she’d like to get her hands on. At least, she thinks I’ve got him.

Bullseye. Well, almost. The cleaver misses his ear by a mere inch. He stops short, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead he squares his shoulders then resumes his stroll out the door.

Helpful Hint: Some Berettas are compact enough to fit into even the smallest evening clutch.

All I really needed to know about being a freelance assassin I learned before my youngest daughter, Trisha, started kindergarten.

Josie Brown

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Written By Josie Brown

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Written By Josie Brown

Written By Josie Brown

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