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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

Becca Fitzpatrick

The truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But its definitely not going to happen if i lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. Im going to school today, end of story.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Around Avoid Definitely Going Happen Life Normal Soap Truth Watch Year
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.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Foot Go Inside Keep Mom Pantry Seenm Gun Shell Step Top
I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Cigarette Figure Nose Richer Smell Something Try Wrinkle
You’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Angel Enough Fight Forget Ghost Happen Mine Something Totally
Vee: and i’m not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: i don’t have a sour face. Vee: yes, you do. And you’re wearing it right now. Nora: this is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning!
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Afternoon Face Morning Right Sour Wear Woke
There was no sign of jules. Bad news, said elliot. The man is sick. Youre going to have to settle for me. Sick? Vee demanded. How sick? What kind of excuse is sick? Sick as in its coming out both ends. Vee scrunched her nose. Too much information.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Bad Demand Excuse Go News People Settle Sick Sign Young
Are you defending marcie? He shook his head. I dont need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand i pointed at the door. Out.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Defend Door Handled Head Hersel Marcle Out Point
Have you finished your column for tomorrow’s headline?” it was vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. “i’m thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Carried Column Everywhere Finish Headline Joting Note Notepad Think Tomorrow
You smell good, too, said patchit’s called a shower. I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, i turned sideways. Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.Naked. I know the drill.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Ahead Answer Call Good Naked Patchit Shampoo Shower Smell Soap Start Straight Tourm Sideway
My arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Arm Grinning Held Hurt Patch Scream Tightly
When i’m wasted, i can almost forget who i am,” he said, his smile fading slightly. “i know i’m still there, but only barely. It’s a good place to be.” he tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Almost Barely Good Nback Place Slightly Smile Still Trip Waste
We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Aware Beautiful Know Scott Still
I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and im more than happy to test the theory.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Abandoned Boost Endorphin Give Happy Make More Need One Out Probably
I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Believe Black Dress Excite Foam Frame Full Mind Moon Mouth Taken
Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Hottle Maybe Potty Scotty Through Turn
Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
BECCA FITZPATRICK

Being Felt never One Right Thing Wrong You

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

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