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I’ll catch myself sometimes, trying to glorify all of her best qualities and smear them over the flaws. But I’m always disappointed by how hollow it makes my daughter seem. She was real. She was flawed. And she was magnificent.

A tortured man held a power over the part of a woman that wanted to heal hurts—the innate drive to nurture.

“I can’t believe you don’t have same-day delivery. And the closest mall is two hours away!”

Mona’s answering smile was downright comical. Overexaggerated and toothy in the middle, she was basking in my misery. “Welcome to Montana.”

I guessed it was the people-pleasing part of me; it wanted acceptance no matter the people—even @$$holes.

His voice was loud, but honestly, his body language was doing most of the yelling. Wild arms swung out from his bulging neck, and all one hundred and ninety pounds of him were poised forward, ready to break my bones with a tad more attentiveness than a quick snap.

In Hollywood, most people watched you with one eye, while they kept themselves open for someone better with the other.

Ivy is 28.

“I’m the worst,” I admitted. “Draggin’ you out here in the freezingness. The frozen? The fucking snowww!” I shouted at the end.

Jeremy patted my hand that dangled over his shoulder. “It’s okay. Living with three girls, they’ve always got the fucking heat turned up to the Hades setting. I needed a little cold air.”

It wasn’t subtle, and neither were her tits. Any higher and they’d be around her ears.

“Good to see you out, Levi,” she said, her vowels rolling with the sweet promise of all her loose pu$$y had to offer.

And trust me, it was f#cking loose. She’d seen a hell of a lot more d!ck than I had, and I had one attached to my body.