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There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: (1) low-rise jeans and (2) people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.
“Explains the muscles,” Margaret said with a wink.
“Get to know him.” “Why?” the older woman asked, without looking up from her page. “So I can see all the ways you’re too good for him?”
“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”

