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“I thought of Darian. Even here, where everything was bright and brash and fake, he glittered like something real.
It was terrifying to want something as much as I wanted him. It was far too precarious and far too dangerous to imbue anything, or anyone, with that sort of power. Not when I couldn’t trust myself. All it did was make him into something else I would lose, destroy, or have taken away.
But, in truth, I would have told a thousand lies to have him, and a thousand more to keep him.”
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It was terrifying to want something as much as I wanted him. It was far too precarious and far too dangerous to imbue anything, or anyone, with that sort of power. Not when I couldn’t trust myself. All it did was make him into something else I would lose, destroy, or have taken away.
But, in truth, I would have told a thousand lies to have him, and a thousand more to keep him.”
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“everything is better with a book”
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“Even if things aren't alright, that's alright.”
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“I know you're being sarcastic, but I do. I do see you."
He folds his arms, leaning slightly away from me. "And what is it you think you see?"
"I see someone driven and ambitious who's been told those are bad things when they're not. I see someone who cares but doesn't know how to show it. I see someone who thinks he's got to be alone, so he pretends it's a choice." I stand up before he can object or reply or anything. "Also, you're surprisingly good with cats.”
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He folds his arms, leaning slightly away from me. "And what is it you think you see?"
"I see someone driven and ambitious who's been told those are bad things when they're not. I see someone who cares but doesn't know how to show it. I see someone who thinks he's got to be alone, so he pretends it's a choice." I stand up before he can object or reply or anything. "Also, you're surprisingly good with cats.”
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“It is my most particular favourite type of dried leaves in hot water.”
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“Oh, fuck me with a rusty coat hanger covered in sriracha sauce.”
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“We stared at each other, locked in this weird stalemate. I shouldn’t have come. The last thing I needed was Jon Fleming finding new and creative ways to tell me he’d never wanted me. And now I couldn’t even walk away without feeling like the bad guy.”
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“A place for everyone, and everyone in their place.”
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“It was fast becoming apparent that what I'd hoped would be me and him against the posh dingbat was actually him and the posh dingbat against me.”
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“Their mother, Lady Mary, had been born the youngest daughter of the Earl of Elmsley but had defied the conventions of the ton by marrying a freedman of Senegalese birth whom she had met through her work with the abolition. And whereas in the enlightened twenty-first century the marriage of a British aristocrat to a Person of Colour is a wholly unremarkable thing that results in no hostility whatsoever, in the bad old days of the 1800s it caused quite a scandal.
Isn't it wonderful to know how far your species has come?”
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Isn't it wonderful to know how far your species has come?”
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“You know you are the truest thing I have ever dared choose for myself. And we are the only thing I’ve ever had that I haven’t let other people define for me.”
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“This is who I am." I put my key to the lock. "I don't need fixing.”
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