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Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's arrow when in reality, he's digesting a bad turnip.

Lisa Kleypas

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Lisa Kleypas
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 5
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Temple
Texas
Lisa Kleypas Ellis
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Idiotic
Women
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Anything
Interpret
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Struck
Turnip
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Assume
Digesting
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Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.
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...it was better to answer, no matter how ineptly, thank to withhold a reply. Because sometimes silence could wound someone nearly as badly as a bullet.
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I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.” In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. “What’s the tenth thing?” I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. “Never mind,” he grumbled. “That one would make me sound like a psycho, too.
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