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“Been chatting much with Jared?” “We often have special moments where I come into a room and he immediately leaves,” Kami said. “I treasure those times.”
“What are you doing?” Angela complained. “Are you trying to make me jog? You know I think people who jog should be shot at midday.” “Why at midday?” Kami asked absently. “There’s no need to ever get up at dawn,” Angela told her. “Not even to shoot joggers.
I’ll try to talk about my feelings,” Angela said. “Maybe I will indicate that I have one feeling. Once a year.”
“Good practice, everyone,” Rusty said at last. “Light on the actual learning, heavy on the emotional catharsis, and thanks to Jared I think I need a rabies shot, but them’s the breaks.”
i love rusty
“All you are to me are sex objects that I choose to imagine bashing together at random. Oh, there you go again, look at that, nothing but Lynburn skin as far as the mind’s eye can see. Masculine groans fill the air, husky and—”
“Let her go,” said Jared in a measured voice, as the flood of earth moved faster and faster, until Kenn was mostly covered, his scared face framed by dark dirt. “I’ll bury you alive by her garden gate. I’ll enjoy it. Every time she goes out in the morning, every time she comes home, she’ll walk on your grave, and she’ll know she’s safe.”
we stan a feral protective bae
“I don’t know how you expect me to fight evil while insufficiently rested,” Angela complained.
“Who was it?” Jared asked. “I’ll kill them.” “You are not inspiring me with a desire to give you a name, Captain Murderface of the good ship Unbalanced
“Cheese that comes presliced is like chewy plastic.” “That’s true,” Rusty said, eating it. “But the alternative is slicing it myself, and that would be a betrayal of my commitment to idleness.”
as a baby. She was god-awfully hideous. I swear she looked like a bad-tempered mutant tomato, and she was making a sound like a cat being fed into a printer.
me @ every baby
It did not matter what distant iron city had raised him. He had been made by Sorry-in-the-Vale, his bones as much a part of it as the valley and the woods. It was as if she had the whole town spread underneath her.
“You’ve got a fan there, Lynburn,” Kami observed. “It’s my aristocratic bone structure,” Jared said. “Women of all ages are enslaved by it. My cheekbones command, and they obey.”
The way I feel about you won’t change. You can do whatever you like to me. You could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart. It wouldn’t matter.
😩🖤
