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“I’ve obviously made an enormous tactical error, because now Blake Riley—all two-hundred-odd, suit-wearing pounds of him—gets to his feet and begins jumping on the bed. I open my mouth to yell at him, but it’s difficult to pronounce words when he’s yelling, “Fuck yeah!” and I’m being shaken like a pair of shoes in a dryer.”
― Sarina Bowen, Us

“Please pick up. Please. Please.  "Hello?" "Mom," I choked out. "Mommy."  "Oh my god, Blakey." I heard the tears in her voice and the way it trembled. "Where are you? Are you safe? I've been thinking about you every single day. Praying for you too. What's the matter? You sound strange. Are you safe?" she asked again.”
― Brea Alepoú, End It All

“Your mom didn’t tell you? I’m crashing here tonight.” My jaw falls open. “Oh no, you’re not.” “Oh yes, I am.” He drops the bag on the stoop with a loud thump. “My man Cindy said she ran it by you.” “My mother is not a man,” I grind out.”
― Elle Kennedy, Good Boy

“Fucking UK weather, am I right?” I shout.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury