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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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He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
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First Grin Lick Lip Lowe Moth Patch Protest Softness Tease Tempting Touch Toward
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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Cling Curve Face Familiar Felt Need Newer Safe Shirt Sold Want Warm
The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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Boyfriend Good Heart Only Shatter Thing
I loved you long before you loved me. It’s the only thing i have you beat at, and i’ll bring it up every chance i get.
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Before Bring Chance Long Love Only Thing
This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.
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Again Brink Crazy Patch Smile Told Undertomne
For someone whos made it clear that her life is superior to every other students at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
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Bore Clear Facet Habit Made Pursue Someone Student Superior Sure Worthless
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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Book Check Either Holdinghang Raed Stalker Sure Title Try
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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Angel Enough Fight Forget Ghost Happen Mine Something Totally
They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
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Between Die Eye Flash Hover Life Loved Saw Someone Sying Tell Watch
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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Amount Brown Hair Infinitesimal Light Maybe
Whoa, who peed in your cheerios?
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Cheerios Peed Whoa
Tacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
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Amuse Cheese Echo Know Lettuce Seem Tacos
Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
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Halve Life Needed Patch Reason Same Whole
My legs are falling asleep, i blurted. It wasnt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patchs hands closed on my hips.
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Asleep Blurted Body Experience Fall Hand Include Leg Lie Patch Sensation Solve Tinling Total
Right now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
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Arm Back Everything List Long Low Right Satisfy
Im really starting to like all this spy work, vee said. When my normal life gets boring, all i have to do is sidle up next to you.
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All Bore Life Next Nirmal Really Sidle Spy Start Work

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

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