Citizen’s arrest,” he said. “well, that, and patch told me to.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me patch. I mean it. Call me
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I swear to you, patch, to take your love and cherish it. And in return, to give you my body and my hearteverything i possess, i give to you. I am yours. Wholly and completely. Love me. Protect me. Fulfill me. And i promise to do the same. ~ nora + patch
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Men are attracted to beauty because it indicates health and youthno point mating with a sickly woman who wont be around to raise the children.
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But if the choice i have to make comes down to you or me, i choose you. I always have. All my love, patch
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We all know you’re beautiful, scott.
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Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
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Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.
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Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
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I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
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I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.
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He grinned. Busted. Im a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless and shockingly handsome alter ego. And im on top of it, she announced with witty triumph. Is that a freudian slip? His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
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Something doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
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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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There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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Hang on, did you just call me angel?” i asked.”if i did?i don’t like it.”he grinned. “it stays, angel.
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