I love you more than i think i should.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI take my job seriously, which means i’m going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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What do i have to do to convince you that i’m only using dabria for one reason, one only reason: destroy hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl i love?
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Rollover minutes dont work with curfews.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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This was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
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I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
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Your mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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Are we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
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Is everything a joke to you? I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. Not everything. Like what? You.
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I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to earth stripped naked.
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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Are you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
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You can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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