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It isn't about love, Vee said. It's about fun.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Fun
Love

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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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Cheshvan starts tonight, Rixon said, What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard? Thinking. Thinking? A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.
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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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Sure thing, Gumdrop. -Scott
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I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
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Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.
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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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Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?
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Arrogance can be deadly.
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I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
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The sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
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I can't imagine why you're so interested. He shook his head. Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.
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Is that a yes? he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. Please let it be yes, he said with a gravelly edge. Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
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The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.
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I’m doing boy detox. Like a diet, only for my emotional health.
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I took three steps back he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!
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You want a blood relative to lead your army? Get Marcie. She likes ordering people around. She'll be a natural.
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I had fun last night, I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. I'm officially on love with your sheets. That the only thing you're in love with? Nope. Your mattress, too. Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. My bed's an open invitation.
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If I missed out on some really big action, I’m going to be royally pissed off!
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Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me. His eyes held a lot of depth. And I’ve got it bad for you.
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