I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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My first job entailed spending a summer working in a cornfield in nebraska.
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All i can think about is bed. Were sharing the same thought. Youre thinking about bed too? Im thinking about you in my bed.
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I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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Id like to. Problem is, im not stupid. You act stupid. Right. Thanks for that. For your information, theres a difference between acting stupid and being stupid. Its a fine line, but someone has to draw it.
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Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?
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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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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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The trouble was, my feelings for patch weren’t harmless.
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Im not stealing it. Were stranded. This is called borrowing. This is called youre crazy.
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..But maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things i refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
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His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
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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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How did you get in?” “i move in mysterious ways.” “god moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.
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