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“I wanted you in fourth grade, when you launched me off the water pillow and broke two of my ribs," he said, eyes narrowed on me behind his glasses like he could still see us at the lake. "I wanted you in sixth grade, when I drove over your foot with my dad's ATV. I wanted you when Mr. Pockets got hit by a car and you cried as hard as I did, I wanted you when you kissed the shit out of me in that shed, and now, God help me, I want you when you shattered my fucking heart to keep me from ruining my own future.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“I had a cousin who neurotically made playlists for every waking moment of her life, and that slightly obsessive habit had rubbed off on me to the point that I couldn’t deal with the harshness of reality anymore unless I rolled it around in music first.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“I didn't care about the past or the future, because nothing mattered but the present. Her. This. Fucking us.”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“Whoever she is, I guess she’s ours now,”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping