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- I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven’t got the guts to bite people themselves.
- Earlier in the year, she had had a vision of kissing him, and she could still picture that quite easily. But the sensible part of Blue, which was usually the only part of her, thought that had more to do with Richard Campbell Gansey III having a nice mouth than with any blossoming romance.
- Her mother waved a card at her in farewell. “Bye. Will you be home for dinner? I’m making midlife crisis.” “Oh,” Blue said, “I guess I’ll have a slice.
- After a minute, the kneeler buckled as Matthew joined them. Even without the buck of the kneeler, Ronan would have known his presence by the heavy dose of cologne Matthew always seemed to think church required.
- Oh no! she thought. But then she calmed herself. Richard C. Gansey III has a nice mouth. Now I know he has nice eyes when he laughs, too. This still isn’t love.
- She had arrived at Monmouth dressed for work: bell-bottoms, platform sandals, and an orange bikini top. There were acres of bare skin between the bell-bottoms and the bikini top. Her bare stomach was so clearly an invitation for admiration that Gansey could hear the dismissive voice of his father in his ear. Girls these days. But Gansey had seen photos of girls in his father’s days, and they didn’t look that different to him. He exchanged a glance with Adam, because it had to be done, and of course Blue intercepted it.
- i'm cackling!!!!
- He said, “Do I kill you or let you go?” “Please —”The Gray Man shook his head. “It was a rhetorical question.”
- Blue burst up beside them. Dark hair plastered her cheeks. With one white-knuckled hand, she clutched the edge of the boat, pulling herself half out of the water. “Good God,” Gansey said.Blue cheerfully spit a mouthful of brown water on his boat shoes. It pooled in the canvas over his toes. “Good God,” he said. “Now they’re really boat shoes,” she replied.
- YOU GUYS STOP IT!!!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH
- As they baked in the sunlight, she let herself think it:I have a crush on Richard Gansey.
- well coming to terms with that while laying in his bed and smelling his sheets surely is something
- “What I can never figure out —” the traffic light flicked to red, turning his tinted lenses crimson “— is if you or Gansey is on top.”
- omg kavinsky u're so in lovewith ronan
- He doesn’t want another one. He wants this one.” “I’m going to be fucking patient with you,” Kavinsky said, “because you’ve had a head injury. You’re not listening to the words I say.”
- DUDE yes ronan pay ATTENTION it's all in front of you, maybe kavinsky's can do the dream thing like u can, that would explain the bracelets (the fact that kavinsky was DREAMING of ronan IS JUST !!! )
- It bore a note that read, This one’s for you. Just the way you like it: fast and anonymous.Gansey frowned at the disordered handwriting. “I think he needs to come to terms with his sexuality.” Ronan, chewing his leather bracelets, dropped them from his teeth and said, “There is no coming to terms with having three balls.”
- aw he offered him a car how sweet *_* i can't with these fucking guys
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