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...Good, because I need your help. Help is my middle name. I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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don't make me regret this I said, breathless. You haven't regretted me once. He kissed me, and I answered so hungrily I thought my lips would bruise. Patch&Nora ( p. 180)
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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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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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I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.' -Nora (PG 263)
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Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair? ~Vee
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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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Nope. That´s my line. This is my boyfriend´s house, which makes that my line,exclusively.Where is he? Nora (p. 287)
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I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
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I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
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It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
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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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Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.
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His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
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Your mine, angel. And I won't let anything change that.
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They say that when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it's twice as painful, because you're reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
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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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When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am, he said, his smile fading slightly. I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be. He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead
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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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I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.
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I'm not good, he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, but I was worse.
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