“He was going to rip Plott apart, piece by piece.”
“Bleeding heart, he’d called her.Well. He should know.He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.”
“Piece by piece,I slowly fade away,I slowly drift apart.”
“His sniff rips a new piece off my heart.”
“To rip off a piece of lover's temper was a pleasure in her deepest vein of enjoyment.”
“It's obvious Plott doesn't have any idea where he's going.”