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384 pages, ebook
First published January 24, 2006
Lucy was a writer. She worked with words. She filled each of her books with a hundred thousand of them. But only two words cam to mind. Holy Crap! Not eloquent but fitting.
She pulled out a pair of jeans and a woman’s marathon T-shirt from the time she’d signed up to run but had accicentally on purpose slept in until after the starting gun.
She promised God that if he would just help her out with the hangover, she’d never drink red wine again.
“You said ‘Mr. Snookums.’”
A slow grin turned up the corners of his lips. “I must be in love with you,” he said. “The name of your cat doesn’t shrivel my sac anymore.”
Her chest got all achy and she blinked away the sudden stinging in her eyes.
“Well, I must be in love with you, because hearing you talk about your shriveling sac doesn’t make me want to stab my ears.”
"This is the best date I've ever had."