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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 15, 2020
“He came to her room every night.
Not that I was keeping tabs or anything.
I was just in the neighborhood when it happened.
And by in “the neighborhood,” I mean in her hallway, lurking.
And by “in her hallway, lurking,” I mean clearly I needed professional help, an intervention, and a fucking life. I found myself standing behind a Louise Bourgeois statue for hours daily, waiting like some kind of a rabid Belieber.”
"The Magic Is Gone"
"Any last words?”
“I…” he started.
“Kidding. I don’t give a fuck"
He let out a long-suffering sigh. “This thing between
us…” He motioned with his hand. “It’s like a failed organ transplant"
❝That’s my one, perfect summer moment in the South of France, watching the face of the girl I will love forever for the very first time.❞
❝But if we were silver, Vaughn Spencer was gold. If we were good, he was brilliant.❞
❝No one could take my pain away. No one.❞
❝No more treating me like I’m your property. We both know I’m your equal.❞
❝She wanted the internship at Carlisle Prep just as much as I did, but for very different reasons.❞
❝But I want to kiss you. A lot. And everywhere. And...I guess I don’t mind if you end up liking it when I do.❞
❝I’m not a huge fan of the human race.❞
❝Me either. But then there’s your mother. I am a huge fucking fan of hers.❞