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Tag Name "Collarbone" (12)

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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.
Becca Fitzpatrick
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A little tip for you, Winged Wonder. Don't threaten the woman you want to seduce. See Annabelle take control. He reached out, gently brushed his fingertip along her collarbone. If it means saving your life, I'll do more than threaten you. I'll follow through. Best you realize that now, rather than cry foul later.
Gena Showalter
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...out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.
Kathryn Stockett
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The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone.
Lauryn Hill
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The more I did it-the more it owned me. It made things matter. It put a spine into my spineless life and that spine spread, into backbone, ribs, collarbone, neck held high. It was something. Don't say it wasn't.
Megan Abbott
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Yes, I say. Three of these flying birds. I touch my collarbone, marking the path of their flight - toward my heart. One for each member of the family I left behind.
Veronica Roth
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I have broken my collarbone twice in a year.
Casey Stoner
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What sparked my interest in the combat sports in general was my older brother. I guess older brothers are supposed to pick on their young brothers, but mine took it to a whole new level. He broke my collarbone, broke my rib, and knocked my teeth out.
Jake Hecht
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I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?
Lauren DeStefano
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She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears. She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip. “Stay,” he said in a choked voice. “Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.
Maya Banks
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The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad.'
Pam Brown
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Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.
Veronica Roth