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She was a builder, and he was a destroyer.
“You sprinkled glitter all over my seat,” he pointed out. She studied the blue sparkles all over his passenger seat, but didn’t feel too bad about it. “Someday, long after I’m gone, you’re going to find some random speck of blue glitter in your truck, and it’s going to remind you of that one time you spent a couple of days with a quirky little basket case from Kansas City.” “Probably I’ll be annoyed that I cleaned the truck eighty-seven times and there are still girl sprinkles in there.”
You’re already my girl. Do you want to be my wife, too?”
She was the heartbreak kind of stunning that made a monster want to be a better man.
“Maybe it’s okay not to be a perfect fit.”
I’m capable of war. I’m not capable of hurting you.”
“What in the absolute Trailer Park hell is this?” Bootlace asked, laughing.
