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It’s not the size of the dog that matters, it’s the fight in the dog?”
“You’re not the wolf in our story, Molloy.” His breath fanned my cheek, causing my pulse to skyrocket. “You’re the lamb.”
Welllll
“So, you like the color yellow?” “It recently became my favorite.”
“She’s not your anything.” “Uh, yes, I am.” “Hear that, Ricey?” Joey replied, with a shit-eating grin etched on his face. “Your girl here is my anything.”
Lmao
“Well, shit,” I whispered, breathing hard and fast as I watched him watch me. “I have no idea how they got there.”
“I didn’t call her fat,” I heard him defend himself as I stalked out of the classroom door. “It’s not her weight she has a problem with. It’s that deranged vindictive streak in her.”
“Your ass is perfect.” Reaching up to grease his hands with washing-up liquid from his hair, he tried and failed to unwedge my hips. “It’s this goddamn sink that’s the problem.” “Jo-joe…”
“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
