My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying to be supportive.
Maggie StiefvaterI folded my hands back on my desk, and as I did, I saw Paul's slanted handwriting standing out against my blocky, square printing on my skin. He'd managed to find room to squeeze in the words females hurt my brain on my left hand. I raised an eyebrow at him and he gave me a look like, well it's true, isn't it?
Maggie StiefvaterFood," I suggested. "Sleep. That's what I need. To get the hell away from here."
Cole frowned at me, as if I'd suggested "ducks" and "yoga".
Mots clés humor sleep forever cole-st-clair isabel-culpeper ducks
Sorry for hurting you, she said right in my ear, but it wasn't really an apology, because you don't bite someone's earlobe to tell them you're sorry.
Maggie StiefvaterNobody ever sees this part," I said. "It doesn't matter if it's pretty."
"So it's like track six on an album," Cold said. He smirked at some private joke.
I slithered out of the sinkhole on my stomach. It was not the sexiest move I'd ever performed, but I was impressed nonetheless.
Maggie StiefvaterNot all. Some of them he probably lectured to death.
Maggie StiefvaterSam," she said, and I crushed her to me.
Maggie StiefvaterOnce upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was: Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and his fear ate him alive.
Maggie StiefvaterI could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.
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