#famous Quotes
#famous
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“When you sing, do little birds come and do your hair for you? I swear, Kyle, you’re the most sunshiney person I’ve ever met.”
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“He held my hand. Not just when we were getting out of the car.”
“Ooh, slutty.” Monique grinned.”
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“Ooh, slutty.” Monique grinned.”
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“Kyle laughed. Then he shook his head, staring at me. His eyes were still sparkling, happy, but he wasn’t laughing anymore. He was intent. I saw his gaze drift lower, linger on my mouth . . .
Then he leaned in to kiss me.
It felt like something had exploded in my chest, burst open like a flower toward the sun. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he pushed me backward against the wall, leaning into me with his whole body, like any space between us would hurt.”
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Then he leaned in to kiss me.
It felt like something had exploded in my chest, burst open like a flower toward the sun. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he pushed me backward against the wall, leaning into me with his whole body, like any space between us would hurt.”
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“He must think it was a mistake. Why else wouldn’t he say anything? It made more sense than the alternative—that he actually liked me—but it made my lungs feel like a nature video of flower petals folding shut. It hurt now in a way it hadn’t yesterday. Or even a couple of hours ago.”
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“Then when Jenkins asked people to read their pieces, Cam jumped up and started talking about “eyes like brightest jade” and “hair tendrilling out from ’neath a peak-ed paper cap” and “teeth like really great teeth,” stealing furtive looks at me the entire time. Even Jenkins laughed. He tried to hide it with a hand over his mouth and a threat of “detention if you don’t cut the bull, Cameron,” but you could tell.”
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“It was like she’d pulled curtains over her eyes. That smile: a locked door. And I didn’t know what words were the key.”
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“Rachel, you need to look at this one.”
“I don’t need to do anything.”
“Okay, let me rephrase. I would like you to look at this one, then we can go back to the movie.”
“Yeah, well I’d like—”
“And if you disagree, I’ll keep pestering you until you do, and you’ll have to fight me for the remote, and we both know my crane style beats your tiger style.”
“I’m scrappy.”
“I’m serious.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hand.”
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“I don’t need to do anything.”
“Okay, let me rephrase. I would like you to look at this one, then we can go back to the movie.”
“Yeah, well I’d like—”
“And if you disagree, I’ll keep pestering you until you do, and you’ll have to fight me for the remote, and we both know my crane style beats your tiger style.”
“I’m scrappy.”
“I’m serious.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hand.”
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“The doorbell rang. Mo’s head whipped back so fast I thought she might break her neck. She looked like she was trying to x-ray the ceiling, which was a little intense even for Mo. Finally, for the first time since the show started, she looked straight at me.
“Are you going to get that?” Her jaw looked tight.
“Jonathan can. Or my dad, if it breaks through his office door to his brain.”
“You should.”
“Why?” I frowned at her. “Kyle might be on again.” Yes, I was that pathetic.
“Your dad’s working, right? You should get the door.”
“Who cares? It’s probably evangelists trying to un-Jew my family or something.”
“RACH-el.” Monique fixed me with her green eyes. “Get the door. Trust me.”
“All right.”
Jesus, what in the actual hell was going on?
I could hear Monique trailing behind me as I padded up the basement stairs, but I didn’t turn to look at her. She might hiss, and besides, now I was nervous. If I tried to look backward while walking upward, I’d probably get vertigo and fall and bleed out slowly while Monique tried to drag my body to answer the door.
“I don’t know why you’re coming, Mo,” I called back. “Whoever it is doesn’t need your input, I promise.”
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“Are you going to get that?” Her jaw looked tight.
“Jonathan can. Or my dad, if it breaks through his office door to his brain.”
“You should.”
“Why?” I frowned at her. “Kyle might be on again.” Yes, I was that pathetic.
“Your dad’s working, right? You should get the door.”
“Who cares? It’s probably evangelists trying to un-Jew my family or something.”
“RACH-el.” Monique fixed me with her green eyes. “Get the door. Trust me.”
“All right.”
Jesus, what in the actual hell was going on?
I could hear Monique trailing behind me as I padded up the basement stairs, but I didn’t turn to look at her. She might hiss, and besides, now I was nervous. If I tried to look backward while walking upward, I’d probably get vertigo and fall and bleed out slowly while Monique tried to drag my body to answer the door.
“I don’t know why you’re coming, Mo,” I called back. “Whoever it is doesn’t need your input, I promise.”
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“(From Rachel): Just sayin: Mary should come with a warning label. “May cause massive anxiety and an inability to get a word in edgewise. Use with caution, or better yet, tranquilizers.”
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“Okay,” I said again, “so I won’t totally delete my accounts and attempt to melt into the earth and cut out a big red letter P to wear on my chest every time I leave the house.”
“It was an A,” Monique said automatically. Trust Monique to correct me on school stuff at the moment she’s trying to repair our friendship with cupcakes and moral support.
“I know, but I’m not an adulteress, I’m pathetic.”
“Rachel, how many times have I—”
“No, no, I get it.” I raised my cupcake-free hand to stop her. “I’m just saying if I had a shame badge, that would be the one. Let’s say it stands for photographer, will that make you feel better? Pathetic, puppy dog, pitiful photographer. Either way, I’m not planning on actually wearing it.”
Monique smirked, but she kept her mouth shut.”
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“It was an A,” Monique said automatically. Trust Monique to correct me on school stuff at the moment she’s trying to repair our friendship with cupcakes and moral support.
“I know, but I’m not an adulteress, I’m pathetic.”
“Rachel, how many times have I—”
“No, no, I get it.” I raised my cupcake-free hand to stop her. “I’m just saying if I had a shame badge, that would be the one. Let’s say it stands for photographer, will that make you feel better? Pathetic, puppy dog, pitiful photographer. Either way, I’m not planning on actually wearing it.”
Monique smirked, but she kept her mouth shut.”
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“It’ll happen sooner than you think. Today was as much blowback as you’re gonna get, I bet.”
“Great, then you can expect amazing GIFs of squirrels acting out romance novel covers as soon as next week.”
“You’re so weird, Rachel.”
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“Great, then you can expect amazing GIFs of squirrels acting out romance novel covers as soon as next week.”
“You’re so weird, Rachel.”
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“...will they . . . will I be . . .” I couldn’t get out the tail end of the thought; it was like it had spikes that had sunk too deeply into my tongue for me to spit it out. It was a thought wearing cleats.”
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“Wasn’t it enough that my total social annihilation had bought him overnight fame—couldn’t he just leave the deluded idiot alone now, like he’d promised? But of course a huge part of me was whole-body-electrified-excited that he hadn’t forgotten me yet. Totally pathetic—it was like some deep, buried part of my brain was okay with him treating me like the dorky sidekick as long as he talked to me. Stupid fricking subconscious. Get with the program.”
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“Rachel,” Dad said as I was rushing out the door. I turned, fingers tapping my impatience out against my leg. “There’s no such thing as a boy that’s out of your league. If he doesn’t realize that, he’s not good enough for you in the first place.”
God, dads were so perpetually blind to reality. Still, your dad should believe that. Even if he’s wrong.
“Thanks, Dad.”
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God, dads were so perpetually blind to reality. Still, your dad should believe that. Even if he’s wrong.
“Thanks, Dad.”
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“(From MO-MO): Did I ever mention how much I hate Europeans?
(To MO-MO): That’s racist.
(From MO-MO): You can’t be racist against a continent.
(From MO-MO): Trying to absorb the entirety of their pointless history—which is all just wars and oppressing women, BTW—is making my head hurt. I am SO going to fail this test.”
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(To MO-MO): That’s racist.
(From MO-MO): You can’t be racist against a continent.
(From MO-MO): Trying to absorb the entirety of their pointless history—which is all just wars and oppressing women, BTW—is making my head hurt. I am SO going to fail this test.”
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