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Quentin’s eyes pricked with tears, and he banished them by dragging a hand impatiently across his face. Stupid Harris curse. Tears flowed freely for men in his family, and for the hundredth time, he wished for the hardened exterior that seemed to come so easily to most men.
she was drenched in muck like Augustus Gloop after his swim in the chocolate river.
the blatant stereotyping is what had pricked her skin like an assault from a thousand tiny needles.
“You guard your heart so hard I’m surprised it hasn’t turned to coal. But instead it sounds like you found a guy who sees you for the diamond you are. And whether you realize it or not, you’re worth it. You deserve happiness, on your own terms.”
then she and the butterfly convention fluttering in her stomach climbed into an Uber,
