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.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI would lay down everything i possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn’t love, it’s the best i have.
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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I undress to impress – patch
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And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what i want it to do.
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You laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
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Humans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.
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Who wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
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Strangely enough, it wasnt gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
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I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?
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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.
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Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to earth stripped naked.
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He gave marcie a spare to the jeepi should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
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I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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The subjects pulse increased on contact, he said. Dont write that.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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