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“There are a few things for sure that I know I want in here,” I said. Ada nodded, waiting. “My mom was a painter. A brilliant painter, really. We have stacks of her paintings in the attic. They’ve been covered for so long, and I think”—I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but that fucker wouldn’t budge—“I think she would be happy to have them here.”
― Lyla Sage, Swift and Saddled

“If he’s made a good breakfast, the lad might get off with a whipping. But happen he’s costive or flatulent”—she made a moue of distaste—“the boy’ll lose an ear or a hand, most like.” I was horrified,”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Yeah, well,” I say, “I thought about taking a video of myself giving you a lap dance, but I don’t have anything to mount your phone on, so this was the next best thing.” “I will happily go back into the woods, find some sticks, and build you a tripod, Daphne,” he says.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“Annabel has started looking for her own place, for her and Sofia. She wants to move out,” Will says after a moment. “Oh.” I hesitate. “And that’s bad?” “It’s . . .” He looks out the window, then at me. “It’s not something I want to trouble you with.” “It wouldn’t be trouble. I don’t mind,” I try. “I mind,” he says. “Let’s keep them out of this, okay?”
― Carley Fortune, Meet Me at the Lake