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- I feel unfriendly and messy. Any charm I had when I started this is back at home with the makings of a sandwich.
- “What are you doing here on this night?” “Meddling,” I answer, because it’s an answer that is difficult to argue with.
- For a moment I am completely struck by the injustice of this, that I’ve been offered a ride and now I have to share it with Sean “Keep Your Pony Off This Beach” Kendrick of all people. And then I see that Kendrick, too, has seen me, and is uncertain about getting into the truck, and that pleases me. I would like to be terrifying. I glower at him.
- Sean Kendrick opens the door. He looks at me. I look at him.
- oh please, just make out already. i can feel the sexual tension from here
- she says, her voice soaked in lemon juice.
- Sweet Mary and Coca-Cola
- Sean looks at me in that sharp way of his. I don’t think he realizes how it impales people.
- “They’re saying that you and Sean Kendrick were burning up the cliffs.” Tommy spins me again and grins at me. “And when I say you and Sean Kendrick, I mean you and Sean Kendrick. And by burning, I mean burning.”
- “You leave nothing to assumption,” Dory Maud says. “You swallow her with your eyes. I’m surprised there’s any of her left for the rest of us to see.”
- “That tomorrow we’ll rule the Scorpio Races as king and queen of Skarmouth and I’ll save the house and you’ll have your stallion.
jul 18 2015 ∞
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