Dig deep into that cold, callous heart of yours, Frankie.
Jenny B. JonesWhen I get to heaven one day, I'm going to ask God how it's possible that time moves so much quicker on the weekends than on school days.
Jenny B. JonesThis isn't what I expected."
"What?-Life?
That will give me time to hang out with Finley." His thin eyebrows waggled. "Show her what a real man can do with Legos.
Jenny B. JonesI'm sorry for Cathleen. She can be... difficult."
Two-year-olds were difficult. That woman was a terrorist.
If I'm going to be your bloomin' tour guide, I'm gong to do it right." He held out his hand."Do you think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?"
"You bite people for a living."
"Don't be a chicken."
"If you push me over the edge, my parents will be seriously ticked."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "They'll probably send me a thank-you note.
Do you realize what a special assignment you have here?"
I just stared at her. Special assignment would me like interviewing Lady Gaga. This was just cruel and unusual torture.
Sorry, Christina, both my parents have gotten married within six months. I just need some time to adjust." oh, and plus, i don't like you.
Jenny B. JonesCan you tell me what happened?"
Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale."
"You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up.
The air stilled, suspended with unspoken words, heavy thoughts, and two people who couldn't look away from one another.
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