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“You had to kiss me, then kick me, then fill my head with your voice. You made it clear—so terribly clear—how much you hate me. That I'm the last person in the world you would ever consider. But I kept looking for signs that would suggest otherwise. I kept wondering if it was still possible. Because I'm willing to lose everything,"
he says, his eyes blacker than the surrounding darkness, than the sky outside,

"so long as I don't lose you.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“I really can't stand it when people are angry at me. Like, I know it might be simple for others, but I can't focus on anything else. I can't just forget about it and go on with my own life. It's like there's something hard wedged inside my own chest. I'll always feel guilty. I'll always want to make amends.”
― Ann Liang, I Hope This Doesn't Find You

“Jake gets a handkerchief from a pocket and dabs her face with it. "Ice cream," he says. "On your nose. Not that it didn't suit you.”
― Sharon Cameron, Bluebird

“The people you love weren’t algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder