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“What’s wrong with me?” I shrieked. “Come out here, Astrid.” “Wait Gemma... am I dead?” “Kinda,” she said with excitement. The same kind of excitement she exuded when she tried to convince me of Bigfoot’s existence. “Just get dressed and get out here.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead

“Are you sure?” I panicked. I paced my room frantically. I felt my fangs descend and my eyes go green. This was not good. “Yes,” she replied, equally as panicked. “Wait.” I stopped. “How do you know it’s my mother?” “What do I look like to you?” Pam demanded. “Oprah Winfrey?” I replied, confused by the question.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead

“Hold. On.” I said with excitement, “Can you see the future?” “Not down here I can’t,” she muttered, running her hand through her already frightening hair. “My boss... that would be GOD to you... much to my great disgust gave you imbeciles free will. So even if I could see the future, it can change on a dime because you idiots are as flighty as gnats.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead

“I gotta say,” Pam announced, “your daddy has got to be the most butt-assed, fucked up ugly I have ever seen. How your momma did the wild thing with him is beyond my imagination. And I’ve got one hell of an imagination,” she bellowed. Holy God, that visual had never occurred to me. I started to laugh, and I couldn’t stop. I was now the proud owner of an image that even one hundred million years of therapy would never erase.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead