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But if I was forced to choose, I'd pick her every single time.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “He’s not coming,” Riff said, grinning up at me—a kiss away. “We’re your gods now.”
“I’m not going to tell you again, Daisy. I’m not putting a severed penis in the deep fryer. It’s for Twinkies and funnel cake only.”
They were like two siblings squabbling over a toy. I guess they were two siblings squabbling over a toy.