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reread 😋 for the fourth time………………

“Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower.”
“That’s pretty.” He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her."

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#invested 🫪

devastating as always

oh this man is down BAD

"Yes, Peter did a lot of watching Alice."

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lets go 😋

chapter 288

“I don’t know but I…I want to show you every good thing I’ve ever found,” Joan said."

my heart- these two 🥹

“The whole sky makes sense to me now,” Vanessa said. “Because of you.”

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not even halfway through the book and I’ve already cried twice 😁 (😭🔫)

🧘‍♀️ I will read all of sally's books in 2025 🧘‍♀️

I hate being in a reading slump 😫😩😔😩☹️☹️😫😩😫☹️😔☹️😔😕🙁😫😩😫😫☹️😫☹️😔😫😣☹️😩😔😩☹️😫☹️😫☹️😫😩😫☹️☹️😤😔😩☹️😫😩😫😭😭😭😭😭

"You know, when you’re talking, everything you say sounds so normal and like, smooth. I can never get words to come out that smoothly."

same bro same

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"You deserve better than that.” That word again; Jean wanted to claw it from Jeremy’s tongue. He grabbed Jeremy’s chin to force his head up. “Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”

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“No one will take you seriously if you learn French with a southern accent.”
“Does that really matter?” Jeremy asked, studying Jean with a stare that felt prying. “I’m not learning French for anyone but you.”
Getting kicked in the chest would be a little less painful."

they are everything omfgg 😭

FINALLY ITS HERE 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

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I don’t know whether to hate or love this guy 😭

"Oscar flashed a wide grin and picked up the wine glass in front of Inés’s empty seat. Cárcel snatched the glass out of his hand before Oscar could steal a sip. Cárcel knew his bride’s lips had already touched this glass. He gulped down the rest of the drink.
“Stop overreacting,” spat Oscar.
“You cannot drink from the bride’s glass, Your Highness.”

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