hi my name is luke, it rhymes with puke!
Mary AmatoTags: comedy
Words are so wonderful to read, so nourishing to the mind. But really! It's just a fantasy. One doesn't eat words! one reads them
Mary AmatoHer checkbook catches his eye. He takes it and hides it in the back of the freezer, underneath a bag of frozen lima beans. If she can freeze his account, he can freeze hers.
Mary AmatoYou do realize that you are a termite. You are eating through my soul.
Mary AmatoTags: souls
When she talks to Tripp, something nice happens inside of her: a vibration, a thrum. It's as if a tiny wind chime is suspended inside her soul, she thinks, and his words are the wind that makes it ring.
Mary AmatoTheir voices fit together so perfectly, it makes him, for the first time, actually like the concept of perfection.
Mary AmatoThey were lucky to find each other. Nobody could take that away.
Mary AmatoMaybe it explains the reason why one person likes another. It's because their souls both thrum at the same frequency.
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