A war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t have ‘five’ you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
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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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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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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 should shower,” i said. “right now.” “i smell that bad?” (patch) actually, he smelled that good.
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She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
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I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
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He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
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Theres my date, i said. “fashionably late.” nora (p. 232)
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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.
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I’m not good,” he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, “but i was worse.
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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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That’s really eco-friendly of you,” vee told marcie. “recycling nora’s old trash.
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I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. “i love you,” he murmured into my hair. “i’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
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