i just wish that the record and the music were enough to stand on their own . and i yelped when he wrapped his arms around me and shot off the chair-surprisingly easy since he was carrying an extra hundred twenty pounds-and he stomped to the bed , dumping me on my ass . `` what do you have on that thing these days ? '' and from what i could make of those thoughts , i settled for the worse . we were headed to a hotel with a shooting range . her throat hurt , her legs cramped . 