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448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 3, 2017







"He lowered his head to nibble on Miller’s collarbone, surprised by the strength of the craving, by how badly he wanted to leave fingerprints on Miller’s skin, to leave marks that would last, to have proof that this was his for keeps."

"He wasn’t sure, but he thought it might’ve been Church in his dream. Church touching him, Church making him want something he had no business wanting, Church burning him up.
“It’s tragic, but they’ll burn.”
“They’ll murder us,” he told the pillowcase.
“They won’t.”
“They’ll use us to fuel the barbecues.”
“They aren’t going to set anyone on fire.”
“Clearly you know nothing about Catholics,” Miller snapped."
"Dude, you have to tell her. Becauses otherwise you'll go crazy and run off to join a nudist colony in Bangladesh where you'll only eat raw fruit because you'll decide that processed foods give people glaucoma. Then the store'll go under because Shelby can't run it along, and when she and Em starve to death in an alley, you'll only find out about it five years later when you finally get her letter begging for help."
"Five years later," Miller repeated.
"Because the Bangladeshi Postal Service is super slow."

