I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICKListen, patch, i dont want to be rude, but sure you do. Well, you started it! Lovely. Very mature.
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You should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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It will cost me a lot to send you with scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress slightly wrinkled,i will trace scott, and when i find him, it’s not gonna be pretty
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Im not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
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Its brown. So maybe i had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. Its the lighting, i said. Yeah, maybe its the lightbulbs. His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.
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But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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And just like that, i shut off the switch to my brain.
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That’s really eco-friendly of you,” vee told marcie. “recycling nora’s old trash.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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Vee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.
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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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Something doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
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