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Boundaries worked a hell of a lot better when there were thousands of miles between us.
I let the pepper spray rip with a scream. I knew it met its target when the face in front of me was covered with hands and let out a scream of its own.
“Collins Cartwright,” she said. “Fuckup extraordinaire and indiscriminate pepper-sprayer.”
“You could be Winnie-the-Pooh-ing it in there.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended that you don’t think I’m worth possessing.”
“When the basis of your entire relationship is convenience, it’s hard to care enough about someone to grow with them instead of apart from them.
“They’re just things, Collins,” my mom sighed. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that, too. “But you love things,” I responded. Both of my parents did. They’d spent their entire lives collecting stuff—built a business that was literally all about things. “I do,” my mom said. “But what’s ruined is ruined,
“My dad always says, ‘Today, you rest. Tomorrow, you fight.’
“Show me,” I said. My voice was nearly unrecognizable as I watched her spread her legs
Goddamn.
“God, this town is like a creepy game of Candy Land,” Brady said
