Three syllables and three thousand memories.
Diana PeterfreundLook at us. You look like death, my friend, and I’m sure I do, too. We’ll never stop blaming ourselves. I guess that’s the price of love?
Diana PeterfreundThis whole time, I wasn't waiting for something in particular.
Just someone who wanted me.
Not sex.
But me.
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No matter where I went, I always knew my way back to you. You are my compass star.
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Gordian pays you to sleep with unicorn hunters. That's the definition of a whore.
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Kai whirled around and his face was sadowed by the angle of the sun. Still, she knew his tone. Anger. “What’s so funny? That our project has been set back several says? That we’re stuck here longer? That you take a little spill from a horse and everyone wants to rearrange the world so you don’t suffer a moment of inconvenience?”
“No,” she said, and her voice was even. “That I would wait a month in agony just to hear you insult me. I’m a miserable girl indeed, don’t you think?
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I want to take their money and let them build their ship and get off my land. That’s all I want.”
“Good to know,” said a voice above her head.
Elliot and Dee looked up, and there, shadowed against the light from the swinging sun-lamps, stood Kai.
She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars. It was springtime on the North Island. It was springtime for the world.
Diana PeterfreundOne never notices how nice it is to be worshipped until one has fallen from grace,
Diana PeterfreundWhy the coy drama? I want him and he wants me; who needs subtext?
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