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He was probably into something atrocious, like cow-tipping excursions or Japanese beetle fighting.
“Consider my presence the equivalent of a father cleaning his rifle in front of his daughter’s boyfriend before prom.”
He did look fit, but he probably had a bum knee and was only a few years short of osteoporosis.
He was an ass, but with unexpected depths.
The Velvet Underground. A TED Talk on water-efficient landscaping. Whale noises.
“You’re supposed to be bad at this. And I’m supposed to write a dissertation about how bad you are. And then you get a chunk of cheese, and I get a real job that pays real money and the joy of saying ‘I’m not that kind of doctor’ when someone is having a stroke on my airplane.”
An immunologist? Icelandic? A giraffe? What was he?
It was an even fancier hotel, and Olive rolled her eyes, wondering why people felt the need to waste thousands of dollars in lodgings for Adam Carlsen when he barely paid attention to his surroundings. They should just give him a cot and donate the money to worthy causes. Endangered whales. Psoriasis. Olive.
Because I’m starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.
This is a Hallmark movie. Or a poorly written young adult novel. That will not sell well.
