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“It’s late, it’s pitch-black outside, and you’re pocket-sized.
“Sex is like pizza,” he says, catching my attention again. “Even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good.”
I can’t shake the feeling of terror I get when I even think about getting behind the wheel of a car.
“How are you so tiny, yet so violent?”
Sadly, I’m terrible with confrontation and will do anything to avoid it.
She grabs the fuzzy pink blanket off the back of the couch, cocooning herself in it. “I hate men.”
Mood
Stay with me.
it’s difficult to love someone who doesn’t seem to love themselves.
