It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.
Sarah Addison AllenTags: comfort
She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.
Sarah Addison AllenTags: southern-women
The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.
Sarah Addison AllenCrystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.
Sarah Addison AllenLiving down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.
Sarah Addison Allen...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
Sarah Addison AllenHe might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time.
He’d forgotten how bright it was.
So bright he could hardly stand it.
Men of thoughtless actions are always surprised by consequences.
Sarah Addison AllenAlways make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.
Sarah Addison AllenBlank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.
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