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All I kept thinking about was that scene from Dirty Dancing where Baby was trying to act cool and impress Johnny and went to that party and blurted out, “I carried a watermelon!” and then beat herself up afterward for saying something so stupid. That was how I felt. It was my “I carried a watermelon” moment.
She has this ongoing to-do list. Or as I call it, the Ta-Da List. Because it would be magic if we actually accomplished anything on it.
“No, thanks. I’m allergic to running.” “What?” “Last time I ran, my skin was all flushed, my heart raced, I got sweaty and short of breath. I looked my symptoms up online, and the Internet diagnosed them
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Shown some interest? I had so much interest in him I was practically a bank.
“Everyone is amazing and wonderful when you first start dating, but nobody can keep up the pretense forever. Eventually he’ll show his true colors. Everybody has skeletons in the closet.”
My heart was pumping so hard right then that if I’d been standing in Texas, it probably could have pulled oil out of the ground.
The only way I’d ever be smoking hot is if I were cremated, but I loved her for saying it.
skin. It was like a topographical map to Hot Guy’s Chest, and I wanted to explore.
My grandma always told me not to hate people, so I knew I shouldn’t hate Amelia Swan, but if she were on fire and I had a glass of water, I would drink it.
Excited, I gobbled up one of the truffles, and it melted in my mouth with a smoothness that American chocolate seemed to lack. “Mmm. This is so rich it should have its own trophy wife.”
“I want to remember the happy times,” I said. “But all I can remember is when he hurt me. Why is that?” “Probably because happiness doesn’t leave scars.”
