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Mr. Green sweater looks normal, but his wingman looks hard-core bad boy, said vee. Emits a certain dont-mess-with-me signal. Tell me he doesnt look like draculas spawn. Tell me im imagining things.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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I want scott to look at me the way patch looks at you.
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Look Patch People Scott Want Way
Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.
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Do Look Mouth Provike Provoactive Say
Reading a good book in silence is like eating chocolate for the rest of your life and never getting fat.
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And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
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Good Life Made Mean Surround Threat Threatened
Tell me what’s going on here. Why can i hear your voice inside my head and why did you say you came to school for me?” “i was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
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Amire Came Going Head Here Inside Legs School Tell Voice
Nope. Thats my line. This is my boyfriends house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he?” nora (p. 287)
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Boyfriend Country Exclusively House Line Male Nope People Person
Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing i did right. You’re the one thing i did right.
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Being Felt never One Right Thing Wrong You
You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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Bad Familaritty Instinct Investigate Pick Reason Seat Sleuth
You smell good.” “it’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-” “naked. I know the drill.
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Call Drill Good Naked Shampoo Shower Smell Soap
If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
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Foot Hooked Keep Pantry Place Shelf Step Top Write
He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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Deeper Everywhere Graze Hand Himself Hold Over Rough Sensors Splay Suddenly Taste Trap Warm
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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Before Behind Better Forever Knew Left Lighting Sun Together Warm
Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.
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Black Darker Drop Eye Gaze Hand Patch Ring Secret Slow Stack State Swear Turn
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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Call Clock Hall Horror Left Mary Peron Plan Second Throw
Your enemy’s enemy is your friend
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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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Between End Only Silence Thing

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