Dammit laurose8!
You had to bring up Raymond Chandler! You just had to!
Now Heyes is muttering in the back of my head, saying things like, "She walked into the room like she owned every man in it," and "I stepped off the train into a kiln -- I'd forgotten how much I hated the desert in summer."
Damn you!
Now Heyes is muttering in the back of my head, saying things like, "She walked into the room like she owned every man in it," and "I stepped off the train into a kiln -- I'd forgotten how much I hated the desert in summer."
Damn you!