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“You make fun of me for my food choices but you’re pouring soy sauce over ice cream?”
this actually sounds kinda good but only with vanilla to start
An hour ago, I was beating the hell out of a six-foot-two criminal. Now, I was incoherent over fucking soup and bread.
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
The caveman in Geico’s old commercials communicated better than him.
Sloane’s opinion of love hovered somewhere between her appreciation for New York subway rats and people who wore sandals with socks.
