Many perfumes promise to lure men to women. None of them smell of motherhood. None of them proclaim the wearer to be tidy, thrifty, and sensible.
Janette RallisonMots clés perfume attraction
Fairy's side note: Even people who don't believe in magic really do.
Janette RallisonMots clés magic
The only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any moment, eat you whole.
Janette RallisonGuys can smell desperation. It triggers an instinct in them to run far and fast so they aren't around when a woman starts peeling apart her heart. They know she'll ask for help in putting it back together the right way - intact and beating correctly - and they dread the thought of puzzling over layers that they can't understand, let alone rebuild. They'd rather just not get blood on their hands.
But sharks are different. They smell the blood of desperation and circle in. They whisper into a girl's ear, "I'll make it better. I'll make you forget all about your pain."
Sharks do this by eating your heart, but they never mention this beforehand. That is the thing about sharks.
Mots clés heartbreak sharks
She cried so hard her tears formed a river, and tears of grief always run into the river Styx.
Janette RallisonNo wonder he has such nice teeth. They probably pay him in dental floss.
Janette RallisonNew York is a nice place."
"If you like concrete, crowds, and that claustrophobic, closed-in feeling.
The key to happiness - as any good fairy godmother will tell you - is not to avoid problems, but to overcome them.
Janette RallisonPerhaps selling your children, your future, just happened one bad decision at a time.
Janette RallisonHe smiled. "You’re into me, I can tell."
"I’m not into you," I said hotly. Hotly, because as soon as the words left my lips, sparklers erupted on top of my head.
Hudson looked at them, and a grin spread across his face. The baby cooed and reached out, trying to grab the flaring light. Hudson moved farther away. "Don’t touch. Just look at Mommy’s pretty liar hat."
He was enjoying this way too much. "Okay," I said. "Maybe I like you a little."
The sparklers dimmed, but didn’t go out.
Hudson raised an eyebrow.
"All right," I said, nervously eyeing the area to make sure no one saw us. "I’m into you."
The sparklers died, but I didn’t wait around for more commentary. I headed to the inn. Behind me I heard Hudson still talking to the baby. "Yes, we like Mommy’s flaming hairdo, don’t we?
Mots clés humor
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