“Fall?” he repeated. “Say more like flying, as if someone threw you. What . . . was that?” I chewed on my words before I let them out. “I . . . sometimes have little disagreements with . . . um, with reality. And physics.”
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Kat Richardson,
Seawitch
“I threw my arms around him. “I yearn only for you.” Quinton gave a self-conscious shrug and an embarrassed laugh. “I feel the same way about you and I’m sorry I’m . . . being an ass. Also, I suspect you just wanted to use ‘yearn’ in a sentence.”
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Kat Richardson,
Seawitch