“People will see us!” she whisper-screamed. “What do you think we’re doing wrong?” he asked, amusement dancing in his gaze. “I don’t know. Touching?” He belted out a laugh. “God, you are damaged.” “Hey, that’s not nice.” “You get mad when I’m nice to you.”
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T.S. Joyce,
Leave Me
“If she was lucky, he wouldn’t be their tour guide, and some grumpy old man who said things like “Get off my lawn,” and, “They don’t make things like they used to,” would take over the tour and lead them around the mountain in blissful silence.”
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T.S. Joyce,
Leave Me