Ma ei tea, kas asi on selles, et õhtu on nii hiline ja ma olen juba väsimusest sooda, aga ma lugesin ja naersin. Ja naersin veel.
Seriously, dude. It’s really not a good idea to mess with me. I’m FBI, a walking, talking death machine. You can’t hit me from fifteen feet with that popgun, but I can shoot the gold hoop out of your ear and call my mother at the same time while singing “Happy Birthday”.
Catherine Coulter “Power Play”, FBI Series #18
Tervitustega Marisele. Ma kahtlustan, et keegi teine selle seeriaga tuttav ei ole :)