Smug Bastard Quotes
Smug Bastard
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“The sun was high and bright in the sky as I pulled onto the highway heading north, but it felt like a heavy rain cloud permeated the van.
Smith had left a wound, but Angie was right, I couldn’t let myself slink back.
I wouldn’t.”
― Smug Bastard
Smith had left a wound, but Angie was right, I couldn’t let myself slink back.
I wouldn’t.”
― Smug Bastard
“She nodded. “If you change your mind, I will go with you.”
A reflex of anger lashed out, furrowing my eyebrows, my voice sharp and cold. “I don’t want or need your help or pity.”
“Good.” She held her ground against me, her voice challenging me. “I wasn’t giving you either.”
I stared at her.
“My friendship comes without pity, though support and compassion are always on offer.”
Fuck. I was more than a massive a-hole. Blowing out, I tapped my fist against the metal chair, my shoulders relaxing. This girl was utterly amazing. And in a blink, she knew how to whip my ass and put me in my place.”
― Smug Bastard
A reflex of anger lashed out, furrowing my eyebrows, my voice sharp and cold. “I don’t want or need your help or pity.”
“Good.” She held her ground against me, her voice challenging me. “I wasn’t giving you either.”
I stared at her.
“My friendship comes without pity, though support and compassion are always on offer.”
Fuck. I was more than a massive a-hole. Blowing out, I tapped my fist against the metal chair, my shoulders relaxing. This girl was utterly amazing. And in a blink, she knew how to whip my ass and put me in my place.”
― Smug Bastard
“What?”
“Nothing.” I snapped my head back to the stove, pouring my water into the mug. “You just seemed the kind who would like milk or sugar.”
“Wow, that’s stereotyping.” She took another sip. “I like my coffee like my soul. Dark and bitter with no filter or bullshit.”
― Smug Bastard
“Nothing.” I snapped my head back to the stove, pouring my water into the mug. “You just seemed the kind who would like milk or sugar.”
“Wow, that’s stereotyping.” She took another sip. “I like my coffee like my soul. Dark and bitter with no filter or bullshit.”
― Smug Bastard
