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Violence doesn't equal strength.

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Becca Fitzpatrick
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: February 3
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Utah
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Violence
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Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
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But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
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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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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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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 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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You're mine, Angel, he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere. You have me forever.
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Nora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
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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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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....Your eyes, Nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible.” He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. “And that killer curvy mouth
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He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.
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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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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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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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I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
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I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.
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Did you hear something, Nora?” Vee asked. “I thought I heard something.” “You definitely heard something,” I agreed. “Could that be … a dog fart I heard?” Vee asked me.
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You smell good. It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water- Naked. I know the drill.
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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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