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“My fault? How the hell is this"--I waved my arm across the table-- my fault?" "You know we don't believe in hell, so stop using that word in our presence," Bridie said. "Fine. How in fucked-up fairyland is this my fault?” — Barbra Annino
My fault? How the hell is this"--I waved my arm across the table-- my fault?"
"You know we don't believe in hell, so stop using that word in our presence," Bridie said.
"Fine. How in fucked-up fairyland is this my fault?