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“Don’t you trust it?” I asked her. “What?” “That this will never end.” She needed everyone to know that I was hers, when it would save her a lot of aggravation if it could just be enough to know that I knew I was hers. I stalked toward her, slow step after slow step as my eyes dropped to her tits threatening to pop over the top of her dress. And believe me, I knew I was hers. The man in her bed every night. The father of her children. Her partner in everything I did.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Then it hit me. No one is immune to emotion when those chords are pulled. No one.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“It wasn’t the fight that got you. It was the lure that you could always quit.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night

“Never give a sword to a man who can’t dance,” I recited Confucius as we slowed down. She pinched her eyebrows together, breathing hard. “Why?” “Because a weapon of death shouldn’t be in the hand of someone who hasn’t lived.” You can’t speak for a world when you only understand one point of view.”
― Penelope Douglas, Fire Night