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“You’re s-singing.” Sniffling, she clung to my chest. “‘Here Comes the Sun.’” I was singing. I was doing whatever I could to make this better for her. “That’s m-my Granda Murphy’s s-song,” she hiccupped. “You remember me t-telling you t-that?” “Yeah.” I remembered her telling me about her grandfather singing this song to her when she was frightened, and it was all I could do in this moment.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“Don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“Who the hell are you?” Bella hissed, glaring at Aoife. “Oh, I’m your worst nightmare, bitch.” Taking her to the ground in one fell swoop.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“I don’t just like you. I fucking—” Shaking his head, Johnny rubbed his jaw before looking back at me. “Shannon, I love you.” I stopped breathing. “You love me?” He nodded slowly, blue eyes locked on mine. “Like, a crazy fucking amount.” “Really?” “Really,” he confirmed. “And I’d ask your permission, but I didn’t even ask mine.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13