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“Taste this." Rick held out a wooden spoon smothered in sauce, cradling the underside with his free hand.
"That's heaven." Laney licked the spoon clean. "When I die, bury me in a vat of that." She kissed Rick on the lips and heaved the groceries onto the counter.
"I feel like I'll be too sad to cook that much, what with you dead and all." He turned back to the pot, stirring the sauce as gently as he'd handle a newborn baby. "Though if we have a little advance warning, I could stockpile it in the freezer."
"Absolutely. I'll do what I can to die a slow death." Laney smirked. "All in the name of the sauce, of course.”
― You Knew Me When
"That's heaven." Laney licked the spoon clean. "When I die, bury me in a vat of that." She kissed Rick on the lips and heaved the groceries onto the counter.
"I feel like I'll be too sad to cook that much, what with you dead and all." He turned back to the pot, stirring the sauce as gently as he'd handle a newborn baby. "Though if we have a little advance warning, I could stockpile it in the freezer."
"Absolutely. I'll do what I can to die a slow death." Laney smirked. "All in the name of the sauce, of course.”
― You Knew Me When
“That's the funny thing about children. When they were around, you wanted peace and quiet. A mere moment to yourself. You felt absolutely desperate to go more than three minutes without hearing the word Moooooooom echoing throughout the house. To go to the bathroom or - if luck was really on your side - to take an uninterrupted shower. Yet, when they were absent, no matter how infrequently that happened, it felt as though someone had amputated your limb and left a stinging open wound in its place. And you craved them like a cold beer on a blistering summer day.”
― Some Women
― Some Women
“You can’t expect people to change their colors and act the way you want them to act when you’ve accepted them for who they are for this long.”
― Those Secrets We Keep
― Those Secrets We Keep
“Sometimes the pain was so visceral, she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Sometimes it was there right in front of her, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, taunting her to reach out and grab it. To wring it until she'd squeezed it to a pulp. But, instead, she closed her eyes. And when she awoke, it was morning.”
― When We Fall
― When We Fall





