He Loves Me Not (Cambric Creek, #5)

by C.M. Nascosta

If you’re not being railed on your private sundeck by some unnamed stranger with a six-pack, what’s the point of anything.”

an opportunity to be happy rather than simply exist.

What’s that like?

Did I put my hand in a puddle of puberty?

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Yeah, it was definitely a puddle of puberty You’re probably going to go through it again now

Damned middle schoolers and their puddles of puberty.

You wouldn’t need to have an emotional affair if your emotional needs were being met. They’re barely being acknowledged.

Sumi assumed he was lying. Surely a place like that didn’t exist in the real world, where jobs were something one primarily looked forward to leaving each day and where consumers couldn’t be bothered to support an entire business specializing in monsteras and hanging jades.

If you don’t have access to it, you can buy it online. The bone meal, I mean Like, that wasn’t advice to go commit murder just for fresh bone meal You definitely shouldn’t steal someone’s bones Unless it’s a really nice philo Then it’s your call

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Revolutions begin with a conversation. All of the inventions that have changed our lives probably started with two people just having a conversation.

more than people What’s the dress code for a bog witch? That’s what I want to be. But like, a sexy bog witch. That’ll

I don’t think she could have been any more obvious without lifting her shirt and asking if you liked her boobies and maybe wanted to take a squeeze.”

This is not the place to get hard. You are forty-two years old and you should have more self-control than a fourteen-year-old

It’s because of the puddles of puberty.

He was an adult naga. Formidable, regal-looking, completely in control of his emotions. It would not be okay to gather her in his coils and keep her there forever.

If you had run into him afterward, you might have offered to fuck him right then and there in celebration.

Iced Grande Menty-B.

It was the first time in 42 years that I thought my mom might hit me with a shoe. WE DON’T EVEN HAVE

We should all get a do-over after we’re thirty. We make all of our major life decisions when we’re too stupid and young to see the long-term. When you start over again, you can be smarter. You have the benefit of experience that you didn’t have as a twenty-four-year-old.

“I feel you could both save a lot of money by just, I don’t know, not sending each other a hundred of dollars worth of lilies every week. This is like, a very strange relationship you have together.”

You’re going to butter up his kid. Make him forgive you. Swallow his cock and suck his soul out. And then marry him. In that order.

“I was actually going to sell little journals bound with my molted skin. I was going to call it the Necronagacon.”

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This is how billionaire sociopaths probably start. This time in ten years, you can have your own rocketship.