Part of Your World (Part of Your World, #1)

by Abby Jimenez

“Yeah, well, we’re all strong-ass women until a smoke alarm starts chirping at three a.m. on a high ceiling and there’s no one to hit it with a broom but you.”

“I’d follow a clown into a storm drain if he had a baby goat in pajamas.”

He was closing open tabs on a laptop in my brain one at a time until he was the only thing on the screen.

“I know it hurts,” I said. “But just think, now you’ll know what it feels like for a man with a cold.”

“Imagine being a whole-ass doctor and having your family be like, ‘why are you so disappointing?’”

But he couldn’t be my other half, because if he was, wouldn’t we be made from the same thing?

Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants. Even if what you want is to not be in love.

I like to spray a little vinegar into his locker while he’s on shift. Let him go home smelling like a salad.”

I wondered when it would get better—when doing the right thing would start to feel like the right thing.

There’s something more final than forever. It’s never. Never is infinite.

There’s some orphans downstairs. If you hurry you can catch them, tell them Santa isn’t real.”

“Margaritas!” she sang. “It’s super strong. I measured the Patrón with my heart.”

“A toast,” Bri said. “To my soon-to-be-ex-husband. May he get that antibiotic-resistant strain of chlamydia.”