I used to. When we were real people. When we could talk about the things in our hearts. You know this is the first real conversation I’ve had in years?

I don't know why this chick has this effect on me, I’m not the boyfriend type. I don't do love.

There was no end date for her sentence in this place. She was a lifer.

Bethany, you’re going to take him on one of your little joy rides, aren’t you?” Her grin broadened. “Damn, you’re ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. I don’t want you tangling with the cops again.

May I be excused, or would you like my assistance toweling off?" Ethan asked. "My grandmother is expecting me, and she hates when I'm late, although I'm willing to risk the wrath if you'd like to continue this conversation.

Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

She seemed pleasantly surprised that I’d read the homework assignment the night before, despite being somewhat distracted by the thoughts of gremlins lurking around my computer. Apparently satisfied that I could listen and stare out the window at the same time, Miss Singer finally left me alone, and I went back to brooding in peace.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

Glitch will go straight to the queen, and she is not going to be happy. With either of us. And if Ash decides to pursue…” For the first time, a worried look crossed his face.

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