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The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

Becca Fitzpatrick

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
Shattered
Boyfriend
Heart
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Heartbroken

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You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.
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The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.
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How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
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Citizen's arrest, he said. Well, that, and Patch told me to.
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He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?
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I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you. This is uncharted territory for me, but I need to know that at the end of the night, I have you to come home to.
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I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.
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I’m really starting to like all this spy work,” Vee said. “When my normal life gets boring, all I have to do is sidle up next to you.
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You dress to impress, I said approvingly. No, Angel. He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. I undress to impress.
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She cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
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You keep life on a short leash.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re scared of what you can’t control.
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Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
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Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)
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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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You’ve never been to school, ever? If that’s true—and you’re right, I don’t think it is—what made you decide to come this year?” “You.
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Jev stroked his chin. Do I look like a summer fling?
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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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Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
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Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
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Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.
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