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“They hadn’t meant for it to happen. They hadn’t planned for things to end up the way they had, but sometimes, he figured, you have to accept the hand life deals you. True, maybe it’s the luck of the draw whether you win or lose, but he was more than happy to play this hand out.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“You deserve someone… uncomplicated. Someone who doesn’t have enough baggage to sink the Titanic without the iceberg.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“classes and finish her degree if she gave”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“my policy may cost less than insuring ourselves individually. It at least bears looking into…” “Do you even hear yourself? I’ll figure this out on my own. This is crazy...” “It’s not as crazy as believing a solution is going to fall from the sky out of wishful thinking! How’s that worked for you? Huh?” He stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Look. You said you loved me. I at least care about what happens to you. It’s a more solid foundation than the starry-eyed romantic notions most couples start with.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“I know the sound of a heart breaking. Silence.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“You know those days when life just walks up and blind-sides you? Takes the wind out of your sails? Strands you up the creek without a paddle, life vest or flare, to gnaw on your own shoe for sustenance? I wish it were one of those days.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“Sandy! Ohmigod! No! No!” Not knowing what else to do, Kate grabbed the dog and shoved her into her crate, a fine trail of gray particles spattering the carpet in her wake. Tiny little doggie prints ran into the kitchen and back to the living room. And Randy’s FedEx box lay sprawled and emptied across the living room floor. Kate stared at the carnage in horror, her breath coming in shallow little hiccups. Dear God. Dear God in heaven.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
“She’d lived them as imperfectly as she’d loved, because that’s just how life was. Life was messy. Love was messy.”
― Luck of the Draw
― Luck of the Draw
