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Really, the only bright side was when she realized that her dress had pockets. Because (a) dresses with pockets are the best dresses,
the man looked like someone’s grandfather—like he couldn’t wait for retirement so he could focus on his real passion: documentaries about World War II.
She gasped. “Don’t use that language with me!” He stopped. He stared. “Who the fuck are you to comment on my f—” “Language!” “—reaking language?”
“What the hell . . .”—he started, but she glared— “heck was that back there?”
There were some things that people with big Disney eyes would never understand,
“So just to be clear . . . the plan is you have no plan.”
she must have felt safe enough to roll back up in her blanket burrito
Sawyer said easily because that’s what happens when your whole life was a lie. Eventually, it’s the truth that you can’t tell with a straight face.
“You know, you’re more helpful than you look.” She was staring up at him with her bed-mussed hair, and it took him three full seconds to remember that he should have been insulted.
Alex always looked like she was in on a secret. But Zoe looked like she was in on a joke—like at any moment she was going to say knock, knock and the whole world was going to lean close enough to whisper who’s there?
He’d never known anyone so alive, and he suddenly felt it like a weight in his chest—like he’d never be able to
Unluckily, it didn’t have pockets, which was a pity. Always.
All she wanted was to wear a pretty dress and eat a nice meal and have random strangers congratulate her on her nonexistent marriage while not shooting at her! Was that too much to ask?
