Sherry

“Most people in Atlanta don't have an accent. It's pretty urban. A lot of people speak gangsta, though," I add jokingly.
"Fo' shiz," he replies in his polite English accent.
I spurt orangey-red soup across the table. St. Clair gives a surprised ha-HA kind of laugh, and I'm laughing too, the painful kind like abdominal crunches. He hands me a napkin to wipe my chin. "Fo'. Shiz." He repeats it solemnly.
Cough cough. "Please don't ever stop saying that. It's too-" I gasp. "Much."
"You oughtn't to have said that. Now I shall have to save it for special occasions."
"My birthday is in February." Cough choke wheeze. "Please don't forget.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“How much detention did you get?
"Two weeks. One per arsehole.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way you did. I never really belonged anywhere."
"You belonged with me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.”
― Veronica Roth, Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene