Zayvion swore, and I mean he pulled out a raft of curses that made me rethink his upbringing.
Devon MonkTags: humor
... he was sunset against the mountains, strong, vibrant, dangerous, and yet somehow sheltering, protective. And married.
Picnic, meet rain.
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Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks.
Devon MonkTags: humor
Violet, Kevin, the crowd, and my annoying father would all just have to wait while I ate half that torte and drank half that coffee.
Violet, however, was a multitasker.
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My voice rose up and up with each question, even though I didn’t want it to. It’s called panic. I’m good at it.
Devon MonkTags: humor
I opened the door as quickly as I could—speedy as a snail in glue. My fine-motor coordination was set on suck mode.
Devon MonkTags: humor
Aspirin?” I asked. It came out sounding a lot like ass spoon, but Zayvion seemed fluent in mumbleze.
Devon MonkTags: humor
Should I take anything?” I asked, as Shamus slammed the trunk shut.
“A healthy sense of self-preservation would be good,” he said.
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Shamus ordered half a cup of house brew. Then he proceeded to fill the cup up the rest of the way with milk and sugar. Lots of sugar.
“Sure you got enough milk in your sugar?” I asked as we strolled out of the shop and headed south.
He flipped me off. “You drink your coffee your way, and I’ll drink my coffee the right way.
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Let go of the past, of the things I wanted, of the people I loved, and move forward.
Devon MonkTags: allie
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