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It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel. -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow

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Lilith Saintcrow
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: January 1
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New Mexico
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Anna Beguine
Lili St. Crow
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most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.
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Don't worry about me, I finally said. Really. I'm more worried about you. And even more worried about where Graves is. Are you? A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. Well, then.
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I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.
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I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
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The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.
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I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
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Oh, dear me. Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
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Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.
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What you can't run away from, you have to face
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Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
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I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
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He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.
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His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead.
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They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.
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It wasn't sarcasm. Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe. Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.
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So you're a dom, huh? Nice. I stabbed my pancakes again. Kinky. You're the one who ties people up, babe.
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I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.
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What you cannot escape, you must fight what you cannot fight, you must endure.
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There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.
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God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.
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