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''I thought you were supposed to be my guardian angel." |
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"I almost got shot this morning. Where were you?" |
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"Oh, no. You weren't in any danger. They're after Christian." |
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"I don't think they care who they're after. Bullets have a way of hitting the wrong people all the time." |
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Josie raised her eyebrows. "Why do you think that one missed?" |
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"Oh." D.J. shrugged. "Sorry. I guess I should thank you." |
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Josie waved her hand. "That's my job. Now, what is this I hear about us going away?" |
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"Oh, no. Not us. Me and McCall. You're staying here." |
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"I'm afraid I can't do that, dear. If you plan on staying with Christian, I'll have to go wherever you go. You'll be in danger." |
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"I thought you were supposed to teach me how to love. Can't you just back off until I'm done with this mess?" |
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"How can I? If you get killed, then I'll have failed on two counts. I don't think Raphael will be very happy. And believe me, you don't want to make him unhappy." |
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"I can't believe this," D.J. muttered, turning away to stuff toilet articles into a makeup bag. "Personally, I don't give a hoot if Raphael's happy or not." |
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"Well, I do. If I don't accomplish what I'm sup- |
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