Right. Love you, Ty."
"Done to my bones, mama, right back at you.
- Kristen Ashley
Although I didn't think so at the time, things were a lot simpler in 1969. All you had to do to express yourself was throw rocks at riot police. But with today's sophistication, who's in a position to throw rocks? Who's going to brave what tear gas? C'mon, that's the way it is. Everything is rigged, tied into that massive capital web, and beyond this web there's another web. Nobody's going anywhere. You throw a rock and it'll come right back at you.
- Haruki Murakami
So... this business trip of yours?"
"What about it?"
"Are you and Coop sharing a room?"
She raised her eyebrows, then said, "Right back at you, Cowboy."
"Liz and I are just friends."
"Uh-huh. I hope your shots are up-to-date."
"Meow.
- Stephanie Bond
I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat.
"Ow!" he screamed.
Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me."
"Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson."
He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely."
"Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.
- Rachel Vail
"Done to my bones, mama, right back at you.
- Kristen Ashley
Although I didn't think so at the time, things were a lot simpler in 1969. All you had to do to express yourself was throw rocks at riot police. But with today's sophistication, who's in a position to throw rocks? Who's going to brave what tear gas? C'mon, that's the way it is. Everything is rigged, tied into that massive capital web, and beyond this web there's another web. Nobody's going anywhere. You throw a rock and it'll come right back at you.
- Haruki Murakami
So... this business trip of yours?"
"What about it?"
"Are you and Coop sharing a room?"
She raised her eyebrows, then said, "Right back at you, Cowboy."
"Liz and I are just friends."
"Uh-huh. I hope your shots are up-to-date."
"Meow.
- Stephanie Bond
I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat.
"Ow!" he screamed.
Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me."
"Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson."
He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely."
"Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.
- Rachel Vail
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