Sugar. He'd taken to calling her that. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or irritated. She certainly didn't feel like sugar, not today. Today, she felt far too...unmoored to be something as fine and delicate as sugar.Syrup, maybe. All messy and sticky and slow moving.Yeah, she could probably go along with being called syrup.
-Julie Ann Walker
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