Gabriel.
This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.
I walk up right behind Frannie, where she’s sitting near the door, in time to hear her say, “You know what, Tay? Go to Hell,” and I smile, because I think it’s cute that she’s inviting her friends along.
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Sii la mia schiava d’amore,” I purr.
Her expression is guarded. “What did you say?”
An amused smile pulls at my lips. “I’ll never tell.” Somehow, I don’t think she’d agree to be my love slave anyway.
And I start to say that I’m not lying now, but I am, so that would be a lie.
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There’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules. You could say it’s against our religion, more or less.
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What is it?”
“Well, how it works is you take the box out of my hand and open it,” I say with a grin.
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But his eyes say what he can’t. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn’t. He’d give up his wings for her. All she’d have to do is ask.
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