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“Atmosphere is so important in these moments, don’t you think?” I ask as I bring up “Firework” by Katy Perry and turn it up to full volume. Predictable? Yes. Perfection? Also yes.
Lark Montague is beautiful. And I have to stop staring like a feckin’ creep.
“Hi. My name’s Lachlan and I don’t know anything about chickens but I do like feathers under the right circumstances.”
“I’d hate to remind us both, Blunder Barbie, but you kissed me.” “And you let me. You fucking knew it was me.” “Clearly, I did not, or I would have taken my chances with the fire escape.” “There is no fire escape.” “Pre-feckin’-cisely.”
Even after she’s gone, that feeling remains, like something has shifted in the world that surrounds me. Like I’ve been displaced. Like I’m standing in the shade.
“Geallaim duit a bheith i mo fhear céile dílis duit, fad a mhairimid le chéile,”
“Your wife just broke her family’s heart,” Ethel says. “And she did it to save your life.”
“My feckin’ catastrophe,” he says as his thumb coasts across my cheek. “You fucking destroyed me. And now I can’t imagine being anything but the man that I am with you.”
“You’re brave as hell. But you’re my person, Lark. I can’t do this without you.”
