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“Are they allowed to have phones?” I asked Floyd. He shrugged. “They’re supposed to leave them in the locker room. Can’t pry ’em out of their carpal tunnel, selfie-taking hands otherwise.”
“Quick. Someone gimmie the definition of insanity.” “Making us learn history.”
we’ve still got potential. Our strength comes from our diversity, our willingness to change, to fight inequality, to explode scientific advancement.”
“You look like you’ve got a lot going on in that head of yours,” he observed. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” I told him. Just a mild case of lust with a side of self-doubt, insecurity, and…hope.
“Jake Weston is the fat-free, calorie-free Twinkie. And only one woman can have him.”
“You’re operating on the assumption that there’s a standard adulthood that we all subscribe to. You think it’s grown-up to go tattling to the boss over a co-worker relationship? Is it grown-up to throw your weight around and steal some other team’s practice field? We’re all just overgrown teenagers running around trying to be happy.”
We’re a team. Remember that. We’ve got common ground, common goals.
“Low maintenance doesn’t have to mean absolutely zero fucks given,”
the premise of our relationship, was disintegrating under newly applied heat. This felt real.
“Am I crushing you?” “You’re holding me on the surface of the planet because what we just did destroyed gravity,” she said.
“Girl, you go from ‘woe-is-me’ wounded woman to strutting, smiling badass. You may be faking the relationship, but you’re not faking the orgasms.”
She covered her mouth with her hand, brown eyes twinkling, and I realized I’d never seen anyone more beautiful in my entire life. I was going to marry this woman. And I was going to mention this exact moment in our vows.
Why is it furnishing alcohol? Like here’s a Zima and an ottoman?
“There’s no point in aiming low. You think you’re protecting yourself from disappointment, but what you’re really doing is setting yourself up to never have the best.”
But I also never pictured myself to be building a dollhouse at 2 a.m. on Christmas morning only to drag my ass out of bed two hours later when someone wants to see if freakin’ Santa Claus came. No, kid! There is no Santa! It was all me, and I want some credit!”
I was going to marry her. Really, I had no choice. Marley Cicero was meant to be mine, and I was meant to be hers. We would hash out the details later.
“I’m asking you to stay, Mars. Stay here. Be mine. Let me be yours. Live in this haunted house with me and Homer. Work with me. Run with me. Make me lunches. Let me hold you while you fall asleep on the porch.”
“This was only temporary. You can’t change the deal on me. I was always going to leave in the end.”
“Tough shit, Mars. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I did, and here we are.”
“I’m smart enough to know what love is. And I’m not a chickenshit about it. I love you, Mars, and you fucking love me back.”
“There is no more than what I found with you. I was happy with you, and it scared me, Jake. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be good enough. And you come along and don’t even demand that I prove myself. You just love me as the hot mess that I am.”
