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“Did you set me up on a blind date? My shirt has a hole in it, Piper. That’s not how I make a good first impression. And I didn’t bring wine. Flowers. Anything.”
Madeline You’re not a serial killer, are you? Me Last I checked I wasn’t.
It’s all the same, isn’t it? You’re trying to get an object in the goal. Match. Game. It doesn’t matter. Go sports!
“You could be a murderer.” “I don’t have enough free time to be a murderer, and I saw how good you are with knives. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”
It’s not Elmo, but I think you’ll like him. Who could be better than Elmo? I didn’t say he was better,
He gives me a wave and flips his hat backward before walking toward us. Jesus Christ. Shit like that should be illegal for men to do in public.
“I like floating. Floating is so much better than drowning,”
“Dinosaurs roamed the earth and I believed in happily ever afters,”
“Do you need anything else?” Stay here with me. Your touch soothes me. Every minute you’re around, I feel like the part of myself that’s been broken for years is healing.
“When I said green, I meant that exact shade. You in that outfit, really.” His cheeks are flushed, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “No other variation is ever going to do.”
“She’s… she’s become my favorite person in the world, and I’m confused because I don’t do stuff like this.”
I’d rather be a sinner with her than a saint with anyone else.
“You’re a catch, Huddy. Your person is out there, and you want to know the wildest fucking thing?” I huff. My breath comes out like a wisp of smoke, and I can’t wait to hear. “What?” “She’s trying to get to you right now. It’s just taking her a little while. Traffic, you know?”
She’s ingrained on my soul, and life is too short to not tell the people you care about exactly how you feel.
