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“A good book was its own brand of magic, one I could safely indulge in without fear of getting caught by those who hunted. I loved escaping from reality, especially during times of trouble. Stories made everything possible.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Kingdom of the Wicked

“Co by na mém místě udělala princezna Leia? Ta by se jen tak nevrhla na Dartha Vadera a nebušila mu pěstičkami do černého brnění, vymyslela by něco mazanějšího.”
― Nofreeusernames, Miluju tě: Já vím

“How long are you going to wait for this guy?”

I’m thrown by his sudden shift. “Ah . . . I don’t know.”

“Give me your keys.”

“What?”

“Give me your keys. I’m going to change your tire while we’re waiting.”

I fish in my purse and come up with a handful of keys. “You’re going to—”

“Stay in the car.” He grabs the keys and practically yanks them out of my fingers. Then he slams the door in my face.

I watch him in the path of his headlights, mystified. He opens my trunk, and, moments later, emerges with the spare tire. He lays it beside the car, then pulls something else from the darkened space. I’ve never changed a tire, so I have no idea what he’s doing. His movements are quick and efficient, though.

I shouldn’t be sitting here, just watching, but I can’t help myself. There’s something compelling about him. Dozens of cars have passed, but he was the only one to stop—and he’s helping me despite the fact that I’ve been less than kind to him all night.

He gets down on the pavement—on the wet pavement, in the rain—and slides something under the car. A hand brushes wet hair off his face.

I can’t sit here and watch him do this.

He doesn’t look at me when I approach. “I told you to wait in the car.”

“So you’re one of those guys? Thinks the ‘little woman’ should wait in the car?”

“When the little woman doesn’t know her tires are bald and her battery could barely power a stopwatch?” He attaches a steel bar to . . . something . . . and starts twisting it. “Yeah. I am.”

My pride flinches. “So what are you saying?” I ask, deadpan. “You don’t want my help?”

His smile is rueful. “You’re kind of funny when you’re not so busy being judgmental.”

“You’re lucky I’m not kicking you while you’re down there.”

He loses the smile but keeps his eyes on whatever he’s doing. “Try it, sister.”
― Brigid Kemmerer, Letters to the Lost

“Můžete být v klidu, pane Jeongu, dnešní mladé holky jsou dost chytré na to, aby věděly, že je to fikce a že se bohužel nikdy nedočkají žádného techtle mechtle s okřídleným vílákem.”
― Nofreeusernames, Miluju tě: Já vím