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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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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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Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.
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The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.
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I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.
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I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.
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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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That woman. Vee hissed, I'm making the sign of the cross right now.
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Killer skirt, deadly legs.
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Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.
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What is it with girls?” Elliot said, splitting a smile between us. “I swear, I’ve never known a girl who could go to the bathroom alone.” He leaned forward and grinned conspiratorially. “Let me in on the secret. Seriously. I’ll pay you five bucks each.” He reached for his back pocket. “Ten, if I can come along and see what the big deal is.
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Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.
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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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In the end, the only thing between us was silence.
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He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.
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We need a ride. We're stranded. We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY? she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. What? I said. We have to get in.
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...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking.
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Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.
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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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There's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.
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