You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
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How warm i feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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You possess other people’s…Bodies.”he accepted that statement with a nod.”do you want to possess my body?i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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Youve never been to school, ever? If thats trueand youre right, i dont think it iswhat made you decide to come this year? 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 looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
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Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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He nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.
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Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
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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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Why did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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You’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
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Wow. Nice bike, i said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.
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Are you gloating inside? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!” […] “i get that you’re angry,” said patch. “i am ripped apart!” i shouted.
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Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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