APD'deki sorumluluklarımı bir kenara bırakıp Reyes'e bakmak için hapishaneye mi gitmeliydim? Yoksa APD'deki sorumluluklarımın hepsini Cookie'nin üzerine yıkıp Reyes'e bakmak için hapishaneye gitmeliydim?

But give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.

Do you know how hard it is to diet with a name like Cookie?” “That’s so weird.” I stared off into space, marveling at the similarities of our situation. “It’s hard to diet with a name like Charley, too

You would use your body to get what you want?"
"In a heartbeat."
He was hurt. I could feel it echo through him. He stepped closer again, leveled his face inches from mine, and whispered in the softest of voices, “Whore.

Where you just possessed?" Cookie asked after a long moment, awe softening her voice. "'Cause let me tell you, sweetheart, if that was possession, I'm selling my soul.

A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it.
It was fun while it lasted.