Sorry, you must be a member of the group to do that. Join this group.
More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood.
“I’m here, Cam.”
“I fucking love Chili’s,” I said. “Sometimes the craving strikes for that middle-class fancy shit, you know?” “Like Applebee’s?”
“Meh.” I shrugged. “Not my favorite, but I like all the iterations of Applebee’s.”
“What do you mean?” “Well,” I said, “right now, we’re at Southwest Applebee’s. Texas Roadhouse is like Cowboy Applebee’s, and ...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“Red Lobster?” Cam chimed in. “Seafood Applebee’s. We sho...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“No. You’re a privilege, Cam. Being in your presence is a goddamn honor.”
There’s a reason that rearview mirrors are small and windshields are big.”
“I love you madly and deeply. I love you in ways that people don’t believe exist in real life. I love you for who you’ve been and who you are and who you’re going to be, Ash.”
“I’ll love you until we’re dust.”
