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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Smile
Promise
Trouble
Spelled

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I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave. Patch :D (p. 295)
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Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
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Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
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Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.
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This is crazy, I told Patch in an undertone. I'm crazy. He was on the brink of smiling again. About you.
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That woman. Vee hissed, I'm making the sign of the cross right now.
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Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you?” “You’re only calling him a pimp because he’s here. At Marcie’s.” “Yeah, so?” “He’s being nice.” I elbowed her. “Smile back.” “Being nice? He’s being horny.
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You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.” Vee grinned. “Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I’m hoping I dream about him tonight.
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Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me
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Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.” “That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
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I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
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Vee said, I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker. He is not checking out a book with that title. But I wasn't so sure. It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.
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I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?
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I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower. He grinned, hopping off the bike. Now that is an invitation.
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class was like watered down porn today. Vee said
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Kiss me in a way I'll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
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Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer, he spoke to my mind Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker, I shot back.
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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.” He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
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I swear to you, Nora Grey, on this day, from now and forever, to give myself to you. I am yours. My love, my body, my soul—I place in your possession and protection.” He held out the ring, a single offering, a binding promise. ~ Patch + Nora
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You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.
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