Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap. Autore: Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Quote More from Becca Fitzpatrick “He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twent…” “Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn …” “Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture …” “La ausencia es al amor lo que el viento al aire, apaga al pequeño y aviva al gr…”