"My bones are as hard as a rock. Every time I have a biopsy, the doctors are doing hand exercises a week, ten days out."

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He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. "Bad Chloe,” I muttered. "What?” I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe.” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put out my hand. “Get it over with.

— Kelley Armstrong