And it's beyond my energy to explain why I don't think that four-letter word that everyone's so obsessed over and that gets everyone into so much trouble and pretty much makes everyone behave like an ass can live in a place like this. Somewhere during dry cleaning, details, and missed meals, it flakes away and what you're left with is married people with a tolerable affinity for each other. That little four-letter word can exist only in poetry, or movies of 2 to 3 hours in length. Maybe in a mini-series.

This place of dull details and irksome obligations is a home only to other four-letter words, which are used much more frequently.

Kendare Blake

Mots clés love four-letter-word realistic kendare-blake sleepwalk-society



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I don’t have my knife,” I mumble.
“Don’t start that,” Anna says. She walks away from me sharply. “Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.

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I wish it didn’t have to hurt you,” she says.
“Do you?”
“Of course. Believe me, Cassio. I never wanted to be this tragic.

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What luck. I chose the douche-y sounding one.

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Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.

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She's my purpose and we're going to save each other. We're going to save everyone. And then I'm going to convince her that she's supposed to stay here. With me.

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You make me want things I can't have.

Kendare Blake

Mots clés kendare-blake anna-dressed-in-blood anna-korlov



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I’m staring at Anna’s house again. The logical part of my brain tells me that it’s just a house. That it’s what’s inside that makes it horrifying, that makes it dangerous, that it can’t possibly be tilting toward me like it’s hunting me through the overgrowth of weeds. It can’t possibly be trying to jerk free of its foundation and swallow me whole. But that’s what it looks like it’s doing.

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I watch him with amusement. There’s a blue light special on territorial jocks in aisle four.

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She’s standing above me the goddess of death, black lips and cold hands.

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