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“Are you going to take Sang to the football games, Dakota? It'd make a nice date."
(...) "Holy shit," Gabriel said. "The first time Sang gets asked out and it's by Kota's mother.”
― Friends vs. Family
(...) "Holy shit," Gabriel said. "The first time Sang gets asked out and it's by Kota's mother.”
― Friends vs. Family
“My hands shot up over my head, grabbing his ears. I yanked, bending forward.
North sailed over me. I gasped, stunned by what I just did.
"Holy shit," Nathan uttered.
"Kota," Gabriel whined. "Mommy and daddy are fighting again.”
― Forgiveness and Permission
North sailed over me. I gasped, stunned by what I just did.
"Holy shit," Nathan uttered.
"Kota," Gabriel whined. "Mommy and daddy are fighting again.”
― Forgiveness and Permission
“Family is a choice?"
"It is?"
His thumb pressed into my palm firmly. "It's your choice. Parents and siblings are your relations. Family takes care of one another and helps each other. When each side is working together, when everyone wants it, that makes the difference.”
― Friends vs. Family
"It is?"
His thumb pressed into my palm firmly. "It's your choice. Parents and siblings are your relations. Family takes care of one another and helps each other. When each side is working together, when everyone wants it, that makes the difference.”
― Friends vs. Family
“You don't give warnings. If someone's close enough that you can't run, and they won't let you get away, you're done. Kick, swing, whatever you have to do."
"It sounds mean."
"Ugh," Nathan groaned behind us. (...) "Peanut, will you just listen? If someone isn't letting you run away, he's not a nice person. Beat the shit out of him.”
― Forgiveness and Permission
"It sounds mean."
"Ugh," Nathan groaned behind us. (...) "Peanut, will you just listen? If someone isn't letting you run away, he's not a nice person. Beat the shit out of him.”
― Forgiveness and Permission
“Did you finish yours, Kota?"
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"
He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"
My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"
Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."
"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy.”
― First Days
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"
He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"
My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"
Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."
"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy.”
― First Days
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